Today marked a fairly long end to a rediculous part of my life. although i have been on probation since i was 15 for being caught red handed next to an open beer can at the easthampton skateboard park, i was recently charged with second offense oui which led me into the woods of Sunset Ranch.
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| although the two boys who dug this never rode it, they let me shape and dig as i pleased. |
I started in on this project to work what the booze had done to my brain, out. and along the way i started learning a lot about myself that i had failed to learn during my drinking career, between the demise of Local Trails in Easthampton Mass, and the beginning of Sunset Ranch. Between 99 and 09 not a lot of admirable things happened in my life and i can honestly say that the only thing that brought me back was the belief that if i kept digging, no matter how long it would take, i might just be able to salvage some of my older friends to go out and shred some dirt on 40 lb bikes. I started out the season of 09 on the trailboss i got from Jerry Bagley in 97. But i kept on and kept on, documenting everything i could as it was all new to me, i had been used to weasil telling me to get water, and alien teaching me how to rake down a good takeoff. building sober was deffinatley something to get used to.
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| mainline pic taken from #4 |
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| Me Shredding my firts spin over #4 |
now after two years, mainline has been completely rebuilt, i started with 10 awkward downhill slow jumps, and widdled them into a monster 10 pack with 5 jumps with gaps pushin 20 ft and lips pushin 6 ft. i have a wall in the woods 15 ft tall that police dont ask questions about. i believe all but the original 3 guys i started riding with have made a pilgrimage out to see me, some i thought would never talk to me again, and some still wont leave me alone. When i was a kid i looked up to a guy who did much the same thing as i do now and i thank him for that everyday to myself, and wish he could realize it really is all still there... the friends, the food, the bikes, and the tea party's. The land trust that plowed Local Trails, they just wanted us off of their property, they didnt want us to hurt so bad we would quit and lose focus of our goal. When we all dig together it creates that bond brothers have. and brothers dont shake hands. brothers hug.
