It was held at the LA Coliseum and the riders would haul ass up and out of the stadium, hit a turn and come flying back in. It was very dramatic and watching it on TV as a kid was the coolest thing. I think the Superbowl football thing is going on right now but I am watching Supercross from Anaheim on TV instead. It's kind of weird with Ricky semi-retiring while still kicking ass. Bubba Stewart is going to need some competition. I sound like a jock, huh...
Last week was another big work trip but this one included some quality bike riding. Davey HK works with me and we got our BMX on at Ollie's, Louisville and a crazy new cement park in Dry Ridge, Kentucky.

We met Zachary "Catfish" Yankush at DK, got tacos, then got busy at Ollies. I requested a trick involving a decade and he quickly obliged with this decade fly-out:

Catfish is one of my very favorite people. He's funny/crazy, but beyond that he is just a rad dude.
Davey had never ridden Ollies before, but he adapted quickly and made jaws drop with his altitudinal assault:

Davey was born the year that I graduated from high school. He's good at math.

I'm not upset that I can do better tables as an adult than when I was seventeen:

We got to Louisville late and had to get up early for a 9AM meeting, but we made the most of our visit to Slugger City by toughing it out in sub-freezing temps. I think we both thought it was going to be a ten minute "we have to ride Louisville because we are here but it is just too freaking cold" but we held on for most of an hour. Davey was shredding:

All while wearing OJ gloves. This one is straight out of my 17 year old style manual:

I make a crummy co-pilot and took us the long way back to Cinci. The up-side of our wrong turn was getting to check out the new public park in Dry Ridge. We were running behind schedule, so I alotted fifteen minutes for our session.

The park was well-built and super fun but we couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous/weird/retarded the whole thing was. That bowl is like six feet deep, has a love-seat and is super tight.

The snake run, camoflaged pump-bumps, bridge and drop-off decks didn't even rank on the danger meter in contrast to the mammoth ledges. Here, Davey tap-dances to safety.

I'm 180ing up into the snake run here, giggling the whole way.

20 minutes later we were back on the road and still in disbelief. Dry Ridge may be my new favorite park.
Kelly Baker sent this shirt for Noah when he was first born. I remember looking at it and having a hard time imagining him being big enough to wear it.

A year and a half later it is just his size. Next to the The Wiggles, Slayer is Noah's favorite band. I can't believe how fast time goes by. It honestly freaks me out. Our baby is a little boy and I'm about to turn another year older. Don't let it pass you by....