A Little History...(AKA no time to ride)

It is a rought time right now. NO time to ride. Christmas, Work, Wife's schedule, I'm not getting old gracefully...you know the score. So I was thinking...why am I here in BMX world still-at 40, barely able to walk in the mornings. It is a young mans game. (or woman's)...Well...Lets get small again-but in my timeline and look up to where I am now (or is it down??)

The first recollection I have of riding a bike is my Grandfather(?) pushing me down the driveway on a blue cruiser type bike with whitewalls and fenders. I ran into the hedges. I bled. I did not cry-I got on and did it again. Missed them. Rolled straight into the street and kept going. Haven't stopped since.

How about a mini-memoir by Bike (that my declining memory can recall or create)? sound good...I don't care what you think, I'm writing it anyways..Let's proceed. I forgot a bunch of bikes.....

1984-Chrome and Blue...Murray? doubtful as that was the brand at the time...but I had a bike that looked like the cool kids.I immediately learned endos, jumped curbs and wore muscle shirts an tube socks. RAD. It was about this time that I met Andy and Greg- neighborhood kids. We rode everywhere, jumped curbs, curb endoes galore...then we started bomb drops, and gaps, and sprocket grinds and stalls, OG pegless riding for sure (know your roots kiddies)
1986 Haro FST-Oh Snap..I got a haro. I remember ordering it from Trend or Albes? but it was awesome. Turquoise and White. I learned hang fives with my brother, Tim OG and eventually Matt B. I Broke the seat tube and drilled it so I could bolt the seatpost in place-I wan't getting a new bike for a loooong time. AFA masters Flatland regional comps af Frankford Bicycle...Parking lot sessions at Beachwood Mall Garage in the Ohio winter-moe time than ever on the bike.
1988 I was a freshman in high school...Haro Master time-. There was a bike in between, Anyone remember what it was? me neither. This bike was dialed. Peregrine HP's, sealed BB for odyssey excaliburs, I rode the hell out of this bike with Tim and Matt, and Dave now some Heights locals I forget (apologies-there was a dude called "Boner", and that cat who rode flat and lived on Coventry?). and all of the ones that followed. Haro Sport, Didn't like it as much as Master-But I rode it. Daily with the crew.
ummm..I skate now...the bike takes a back seat (it is 1990), and girls....sooooo-time for a small break while I act awkward and go to high school football games to meet girls.....
and we're back
1992-Wilkerson Airlines Riot..and this frame was bad ass. Except for the long fork leg that hung up on the mini and pitched me into a dislocated shoulder and broken tailbone....That bike goes away now.whats next? Dyno Pro Compe. Now is when I blew up my ankle in conditioning for baseball...two years will pass while I  recover. and on to Ohio State...and back to roots Gaps and ledges with Matt D at OSU.
1996-Columbus Ohio. Hoffman Taj, and a Morales Flat, then a Condor...Ohio State Law Building is unbelievable. New arena is gold. I ride now for years. AMA Trails Pat, Ryan my clothing company Strictkly twenties....Then I became a mild celebrity in my own mind, and have to "grow up" a bit...On to Chicago for Acting...nothing but a back pack...No BMX for two years. 1999-2002
2002-On to LA with my bad self...Hoffman Instrument around Long beach in 2002-2004, Fly (?) and Fly Tierrra, Specialized P20 pro (why?), Standard TAO, Sunday Wave-C, Sunday Soundwave...A whole bunch of bikes to try to regress...but I have no patience. Even Now I change the format of my soundwave from flat to street to try to find the perfect ride that will make me like I was on my FST or Master, or take me back to the days on my Dyno,and Hoffman at Ohio State. I realize it is not the bike.. Don't let my customers read this...the bike means fuck all.
Shhhhh.....
What was key in those times that I cannot regress to, or have not yet at least- is the  atmosphere. Murray-Andrew, and Greg. Haro-Tim and Matt..etc, etc...Now to LA and nobody...solo sesh heaven. It is time to find not the bike, but the brotherhood of BMX. To get over my self loathing pity party and fear of mockery. Time to ride with some people. I know they don't care how bad I am-and that if I actually ride my bike I will be accepted back into the fold if I accept the brotherhood for what it is...a whole bunch of dorks on their kids (or little bothers) bikes. Of which I am, and always have been, a member. BMX community-remember, I was a jock, and actor, a performance artist,,,acceptance since I left BMX has been crucial to my community, and to be accepted into any of those communities you have to be the best...I never understood why none of those made me happy. Now it is like a deprogramming session from a cult-but I will be back.
Soon.
And No more changing bikes around dammit......(yeah, It is a street set-up again)

One Love Jam. January 18th, 2014

You should go too,,,

Another night in the lot

A good night tonight. Rolled away a few times. Nothing major, nothing epic. I just rolled away. Endo 360 fakie rollback. Cool. Peg wheelie weak turbine. Cool. Tail whip. Cool. Nothing groundbreaking, but progress. Regress? I digress.

It was hard to get out the door. For years I have stayed in. Did the dishes. Took out the trash. Don't upset the balance of adult life. Look at you. Look at the grey hair. The midlife gut. The diseases your grandpa had. Progress indeed.

I went to the lot. It is around the corner. Kinda level. Kinda quiet. Kinda secure. Kinda lit. Kinda mine now. Anyone in whittier? It's behind Albertsons. It's a shit lot, but now it is mine. And I rode away from some babystep tricks regression.

Tomorrow I will stay inside. Do the dishes. Cook dinner. But Saturday...smoothies, hydrants, and fork glides are mine. I made my list . I Have my spot. Regression process in full swing. 

My Bike...Revised and rethought

I wasn't happy. It's definitely hard to get used to a new bike if you don't ride it....but if you're not feelin' it...your not feelin' it. So I committed...no feeble grinds, no nod's to legends...I rebuilt my Soundwave for flat. (Fortunately I have the opportunity to build an Identical one for street/park. A little spoiled by my job for sure, but I really should take advantage while I can.) The frame is awesome, and undeniably the best frame. ever.

i wonder if it is the bike, or just my inability o accept the fact that I am not going to just jump on the bike and be a decent rider again. I feel the frustration creep in, as I roll and spin and fail...but each failure feels a little less so. And my body feels less like a punching back after every ride, every bail, every time I slam my spine against itself crushing the little bit of disc i have left between l5 and l6...

I have only excuses for my failure. I have no retort. I was hellbent on picking up a "Flatland" frame...I'm 6'4"...a 21"tt frame is a "flatland" frame for me. No more excuses, it's not the bike dummy. Go ride it. the one listed below should work just fine indeed.

 Frame: Sunday Soundwave 21" 

Fork: Sunday Night 2.1
Bar: Quest BMX Miyagi Bar
Stem: Odyssey Elementary V3
Heasdest: Odyssey
Grips: Odyssey Cufflinks
Gyro: Odyssey GTX
Brake Levers: Odyssey M2 Right, Monolever Left
Brakes: Odyssey Evo 2
Cables: Odyssey Slic Front, Gyro lower, M2 medium Upper

 Seapost: Odyssey Intac

Seat: Odyssey Senior II
Seat Clamp: Sunday Slim
Cranks: Odyssey Flatware 160mm
Bottom Bracket: Odyssey 22mm
Sprocket: Odyssey Rhode Island 22t
Pedals: Odyssey Twisted PC
Chain: Odyssey Bluebird

Tires: Odyssey Freq G 1.85
Rims: Odyssey Aerospace
Hub F: Odyssey Vandero2
Hub R: Infinity Flowcoaster
Spokes: Odyssey 4x
Front Pegs: Quest Meta-Gurustix
Rear Pegs: Quest Gurustix

Time flew somewhere

I don't know where. I guess I had a lot of fun, because time has done left me behind. It left me some parting gifts- grey hair, herniated discs, degenerate joints. I must have had a lot of fun. A lot. because time flew.

I guess there's more. But it flies faster now...much, much, much faster. And the parting gifts are not as nice. I like it. I want time to fly so fast that time travel becomes possible-like when Superman flew around the Earth so fast he went back in time to save Lois Lane and humanity. I want to have so much fun taht eventually- I ride like I used to.
 It's possible.
 Really.
Today at one point I just did it. I set up, set my pedals and stepped forward into the trick. I didn't think about it, I just did it. Like I did Twenty years ago, Ten years ago even...Felt unreal. felt unnatural-I didn't step gingerly on the peg and carefully torque around the bar. I just did it. Didn't pull it completely, but that is not the point. The point is, I was having so much fun I regressed just a little to a more confident time.  I breathed a little more and went spot hunting-I rode around- I bunnyhopped over an imaginary block. wait...not the broomstick? Nope, a block. Felt like a bunnyhop this time, not a back-injured-old-guy-Americas-funniest-video-waiting-to-happen-hop. You know the one? Embarrassing dad on his kids bike? Nope, legit where is the ledge hop.
Whoa...hooray me, that was rad
 no. no, no, no, NO.
That was regression. That was me finding my skin, not riding a tiny bike trying to relive my youth-just muscles waking up that maybe haven't fired in a while. Good Morning

If I roll fast enough against the rotation of my current direction...what's gonna happen?
You know what I'm sayin?

Lists

Monday: Sprint, rotator cuff workout, chip and putt
Tuesday: Off day
Wednesday: Power threshhold intervals, under 2200 cal, Cages

Lite version of the lists I used to make for training. For Racing. To be the fastest club rider. For Baseball. For Golf. For Baseball cards. For Breakfast. For Bugout kits. For pissing.
For everything. A List. A Plan. A Process. A Structure. A level of Expectation.

Except BMX

Well.
Street, really. For Flat I always had a list of tricks to learn, and order they should be learned and a level of accomplishment that needed to be met. Street-I just went out and jumped over or off of stuff...simply put. Riding last night, I didn't have an agenda. I went out and rode my bike. Looked for spots. Looked for flat ground in Whitier, CA. (none exists). I looked for cops-just wanted to see if they noticed the geezer on his kids bike or not. (they didn't). Looked for sketchy dudes who wanna jak this foo...(eh, not really, but kindof).
I just rode my bike around, bunnyhopped imaginary obstacles in the street. Did some tailwhips and fork glides (per my list) in a parking lot. Listened to music. Flowed-or closer to flow than I have done in a minute. It was over quick, I still have an 80 year old skeletal system (Degenerative Joint Disorder)-so the little hops and bails got to me a bit faster tonight. But that's OK.

That is certainly OK. I got a bit more in touch with my bike. For Flat, I'm still not sold. (full disclosure-I really want my Reklamation, so I may be rationalizing a bit). But for street, The Soundwave is awesome. Flows like a kayak underneath me in a swirly chaotic river of imaginary, really small eddies and whirls. But it is my river, and it is fun as I wan't it to be. I don't mind wearing water wings right now,Nor do I care who sees me with them on- I'm sure I am not swimming yet.

Tonight back to the list. Fork glide, Fire-hydrant, Whiplash, Steamroller...etc....Basics that I need to practice in order to regress. I will be checking them off of my list in due time. But every once in a while I need to put the list down, and jump over the broomstick on the pavement. or bombdrop the curb. That is why I never took BMX off of the shelf and put it into the bin. It gets me away from the lists. From the schedule. From the Plan. BMX lets me just go.
Yes.

Definitely on my list for today.
Charge Music player-Check
Have gallons of Coffee-Check
Work on list of tricks to practice tonight-check.
Don't make a list, just ride.-er...I confused myself...damn you irony! Time to go to work.-Check

Theater for therapy

It struck me as odd that I write this. I remember as a theater major, going to see show and seeing all of the droning monologues in which the performer would go on and on about how they weren't loved, or lost a lover or were confused about who they were. It seemed every "playwrite" would ignore the obvious fact that the world needed to be entertained, and simply vomit whiny dreck on the rest of us. I stopped going to these "theater for therapy" sessions because I am not a therapist...I just wanted to meet some theater girls. 

Soo...

That being said,I did not intend this to be a "blog for therapy" more of a exercise in writing, possibly interesting to others, and jump start to my riding and writing.

Don't let the first few posts fool you, only moderate upheaval of whiny dreck will follow. 

I believe once I get rolling (hah) i'll find a way to entertain the audience...maybe not. If you came here looking for theater girls...sorry.