Tricks Are For Kids...

As I lay awake in bed, caught between the awful sounds of my roommates (one humping and one on his season long video game binge - only broken for bong hits, beers, and humping), I reflect on my dwindling season. Unfortunately, the snow stopped weeks ago. A ridge of high pressure cock blocked any form of the white stuff, and we are stuck in melt mode (no worries Devo, I have plans for your visit). Recently I have been riding in an unfamiliar place - the park.

What happened to tricks? Are we too old? Maybe. As I roll through the park, I am definitely the dinosaur at 26 years old. The back 3 feels good, the front 3 feels good, and, yesterday, I floated a nice front five - it felt great. But these are the same tricks I was throwing 5-6 years ago. Amidst injuries, the real world, college, health insurance, girlfriends, concussions, jobs - somewhere along the line, the fire went out.

I charged pretty hard last year (ab0ut as hard as you can charge riding 20 days a year); I wanted to produce one more video part. Once the camera vanished, so did the tricks. However, riding the terrain of Jackson has been amazing. Unfortunately, once it got good, the snow stopped. But, I learned a lot, and there is much to learn. I now know that getting to the bottom of a line feels just like sticking the ender to a vid part. It feels like hard work and accomplishemnt - most of all, it is just as fun.

Am I done tricks? Not sure. I know I plan on keeping my methods polished forever, and my nose methods (god I love that trick). Perhaps tricks are for kids. They can have them, along with the too tall T's. Riding is as good as it has ever been, and I am as stoked as ever.

SHERM