Now Playing: Modest Mouse Interstate 8
I neglected to mention in my last post that it was written and "posted" from the waiting room at the VW dealership where my van was being worked on. A lot of people warned me about the quirkiness and potential hassles of owning a Volkswagon but I bought one anyway. I can't say that I regret buying it, but it has been a hassle lately. Shit has just been going haywire, beyond the already existing hassle of having to drive from Detroit to Lansing just to get an oil change or any basic maintenance performed. That being said, it is still the perfect van for my needs and I really like it. Having a BMX buddy who just happens to work at the dealership is a point for my team as well. Mad props to Brian Block for helping me out with the most recent repairs and saving me a bunch of money. I owe you one.
Talking about my vehicular troubles seems extremely insignificant when thinking about the passing, two months ago, of our fellow BMX brother and friend, Glenn Seals. I was looking for a phone number in my phone a couple weeks ago and came across Glenn's number. It is so hard to accept that he is gone. I didn't see Glenn very often as it was, so when I scrolled to his number it was a very sobering reminder that he is no longer with us. I rode Kzoo tonight for an hour and found this written on the wallride that Glenn helped to build for the jam:
Obviously, this was written the night of the jam by one of Glenn's siblings, but I didn't see it then. I wanted to post it for us all to read and to think about Glenn. Whether you knew him or not, Glenn touched so many people that he will never be forgotten and even though I didn't know him as well as I would have liked to have, I knew him well enough to miss him terribly now.