Thursday, April 12, 2012

13 to 30 in a little bit of a wink.

Cody Witt has moved away from sunset but i hear him everyday i'm there.
a long time ago i lived next door to a really cool guy, he screamed like a cartoon character to people on skateboards as he pedaled by... coming from where, and going to..., these were things i never really would know until i followed him for myself one day. to the end and past dead end street...down into the woods, steep paths, over foot bridges made of old motorcycle crates (stolen under cover of darkness), back up hills eventually leading to a safe haven, "paradise" i called it. Big holes, burms to ride around, and a tree fort. Too Cool! i was 13. for the rest of my time on earth i will always cherish those days in the woods with my old friends. As ridiculous as the induction into the cool club was... riding naked, getting chased naked, being the bungee cord holding both weasils car doors closed the entire ride to Dracut Mass to ride M.O.D. It's as if they are frozen in time to me, always staying with me, with every shovel full i throw, i hear the SCREECHING criticism of a thousand weasils, a hundred SHOWTIME's, i hear Joey P. scream at his Huffy Super Deluxe every time i see someone new case the second jump in mainline.
Lev moved to Vermont and i still got the gift of a visit from him now and again.
Lev and Cody's broken  bike parts make our wheelbarrow.
 My 8 years at camp woodward seem like a dream now.  Everywhere i have moved over the years i have always managed to bring a little bit of Mt. Tom with me, building trails wherever i went, but never gave it my full attention. With 3 "real" jobs i guess i still don't. but i give it the same praise i did when i was 13 because it saved my life, which i take very seriously. Some of the friends i hear arn't riding anymore, and i miss them for that, but for those of us who are, who still have the passion for real comrodery, BMX, and food cooked over fire... The Ranch is ours. and i am here with a mess of the old troops, and a few new ones, that fuckin Shred!

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