Monday, March 29, 2010
These are the troopers. The guys that take a beating, ask for nothing, and keep on rocking it, day after day. Their home is a pocket full of dagger-like keys, and they vacation on pure asphalt. When they get a burr, they don’t ask for anesthesia – they just grit their teeth as you file it on it down and then go up for another aerial over concrete with a smile. It’s a fantastic feeling to get a ding and think nothing of it – then you have become free to yo-yo in the most fun way possible – worry-free, light-hearted fun. As it should be.