Friday, I put the old bike together and take it for a spin around the old 'hood. Everything is working and feeling tight. Having a dialed bike pwns you. It was very hot so I only pedaled around for about an hour. That evening, I went down to the old WTC site, went shopping, and saw the Bodies exhibition at South Street Sea Port (another thread topic all together) After I was done with all of that, my boy Kevin came and met me down near Union Square. We troooped up to a bar on 27th and 5th that was on the rooftop of the building. A nicer view of the Empire Sate Building I have never seen. After some beers and a shot or two, we stepped from there to another bar and another beer. With the contest the next morning, I called it quits around two. Even though the mojo was working with the ladies.
Fast forward to Saturday, 11 am, my buddy drives me across the Bronx to the Skatepark. The ramps were in real good shape, as nate wessel was on the case fixin everthing up the week before. It was hot, like it always is the last weekend in July. I decided to just get a few minutes of practice in before the experts were up. I felt good, aired the quarter, and almost cleared the box. Good enough for me. Stood around waiting to check in, and I was in the second half of the group. In retrospect, I should have swung it so that I was first or second to ride, so I wouldnt have stood around in the sun for what seemed about an hour.
So my name gets called, and Casio the announcer hypes me up (even if he called me 38) I had a line scoped that no one had hit, that was a little kicker on top of a small quarter. Over cleared the tranny a bit, but no problem. I pedal across the park, hit the quarter pipe and almost clear the box jump. The speed was there, I was just tight in the air as usual. Made a nice disaster on the 6 foot qarter and go at the big quarter again. Ride up, pop out, and pull the cleanest ninja drop ever. BAM! I was so stoked, I blew a simple 360 on to the top of the box. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of trying the same simple 360 and fell on the second one. By that point my time was up and I was spent. Note to self: fall on something stupid, move on to something else.
At the end of the day, I tied for 23 out of 35. Not bad for an old dude. The rest of the time I spent was kind of a haze, hanging with old bros, drinking and blowing rounds. Just like the olden days. With any luck, I will convince my boy Danny to have a masters class next time, and maybe start it up earlier in the day. Good to meet all of the other vintage dudes (Equilibriums in the house), and I am sorry that I did not check out bmxinvasion. Props to your 8th place finish, it was no joke out there. If you missed it all, too bad for you! Peace
Jesse D
more skills than fitness