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Check out Rubin and Hawk killing it in Spain. Both of these riders are on top of their style game and the filming and editing do a nice job of showing it.

http://www.foxhead.com/us/videos/?id=16954

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This made me throw up; enjoy.

Also I have a rant to post on my blog because I'm cool. I could structure this like a philosophy but the point gets across either way. It seems like so few people have a concept of how much now matters, how much today is worth. High school wasnt a time to put life aside and focus on school, college isn't a time to do that either. If you did, thats a solid 16 years of your motor-skilled life you really aren't living for shit. And based on this same principal, your job after college doesn't just have to suck and give you a lot of money again, for your future. Work and commute takes up 40% of your life minus sleep. If you become something shitty like an engineer and work around machines all day just to get a slightly higher salary, you end up spending 40% of life unhappy. Thats a lot of life to waste being unhappy for a few extra G's a year. To me...its not all about preparing for college, then preparing for real world, then working to get a bigger pay check. It's about NOT throwing away your entire life by forgetting how much today matters.

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No one likes to carry around a lock when you go riding, so Chad Degroot hooked it up with an article(click) about how to lock your bike up without using a lock.

Here's one idea;
"Little kids are usually the fuckers that steal bikes, and midgets. So if you can hang your bike high enough so they can’t reach it, BLAM, bike hang is a sweet lock."

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This is a real BMXer's apartment.

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Riding does a good job of settling my mind sometimes. I needed it tonight, so I went out around 12. I got into it with one of the summer orientation workers on campus. He felt the need to tell me not to ride the one particular ledge I was riding for some reason or another. He even politely mentioned that the police might get involved if I didn't leave. I explained to him that he should just call the police because I really do hate for him to have to deal with me and would much rather have an officer roll up and awkwardly ask me what I'm doing when I'm clearly just riding my bike, which is always my answer, which always results in a perplexed sort of look. And then they let me be. But I didn't want this fine young chap to have to deal with my nonsense. Unfortunately, he ended up being one of those people that has an ego. When I mentioned I would rather him just call the police he said that he wasn't going to, a stressed tone to his voice, and explained that he was simply asking me to do him a favour. Well played on his part, then I look like an ass for not doing it, though I don't know many people who make police threats when asking others to do them a favour - and with this I declined. Long story short, I got sick of him giving me a hard time for no reason and just politely explained that since I knew it didn't matter much to his well being I was going to keep riding the spot. I mean, I'm out riding my bike alone at midnight. That is, I clearly have issues. I feel like my emotional content is much more important than his, a well plump student walking around with two lovely female co-workers. Both of them were nice, though I don't doubt they were speaking poorley of me once they'd left.

I grinded the ledge a couple of times. First I accidentally double pegged it. Then I feebled it like I had been trying to my first go. And finally rode down it, which was a first for me. It's tough to get back in the riding state of mind once you've been forced to argue with someone, but I managed to tonight.

On my way home I picked up a hitch hiker. How old she was I couldnt tell you - her face looked like she was 80 but she didn't have a single gray hair. I figured her for a meth head at first, but later learned she only smoked weed and was homeless. I asked her where she was headed and she said she was going to Route 63. I asked where route 63 was and she told me. My apartment complex was only a minute down the road, so I said I wasn't going that far. She was perfectly content on my only giving her a ride to the intersection just past my complex, and on that note I offered her a ride to her destination which she told me was six or seven miles down the road. Fuck if it matters to me, I was in no rush.

She was suprised I was willing to go that far and thanked me. I figured she was nice to have been happy with just getting a ride any distance. She was good company too. I went home and thought about how a jobless, homeless woman could be so much more pleasant, curteous and have better values than the 20 year old prick on campus. The places riding bikes brings me...

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Edwin is such a thug.

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http://bmx.transworld.net/2009/06/09/interview-eli-platt-quits-subrosa-shadow/
didn't see this coming. Dude was definitely one of my favorite riders to watch. he absolutely shreds. Its good to see him doing what he wants though.

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I usually end up staring blankly at my computer and listening to the sound tracks of most bmx videos, heres a few long ones with good music.

more BMX Videos at feelbmx.com

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Happy Sunday

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I think a lot about words that society says are one thing and I think are another, like “good” or “love”. “Maturity” has been bothering me for a while, and I finally got a solid definition. Maturity: Having a refined personality and being experienced. Refined as in set in manner - not excellent, acceptable, appropriate or any of that. Theres probably a better word for it but my vocabulary sucks.

While on the subject of understanding words, heres one description I like; “Beauty? I don’t use the word beauty anymore. Never. It’s not that the thing itself is beautiful. It’s the relationship that you establish that makes something beautiful. And so the word ‘beautiful’ is not an absolute It’s a moment, I would say. It’s more like a moment in which you look at something and you feel alive, you feel that you are enjoying something. And that is a moment of poetry, pleasure, revelation, thinking." - Gabriel Orozco

4305

I knew I had some abs under there. Tomorrow I get to show these pictures to the doc and hope he doesn't say something stupid like I can't ride my bike.

4306

So tired. bump this, wake up. do shit.