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I made it back from Cali, from Cali, from Cali... When I was a teen-aged BMX nerd California seemed like the Promised Land. I dreamed of someday living there, wearing slip-on Vans to the beach, hitting the BMX tracks that were on every corner and collecting parts from all of the factory pros that would be my friends, also on each corner. When you live in a town of 6,000, it's hard to imagine the density and square mileage of abosolutely solid popluated mass that is Los Angeles. I found out for myself in 1986 and held on for almost three years. I couldn't hang. I still can't hang, but for a few days at a time, California is tolerable. The weather is almost always awesome, dude. Just before I got on the plane in Detroit, that one girl who use to be on the TV show Lost walked right past me.
My wife and I love that show, but if you've ever seen it, you know it's about the survivors of a commercial plane crash and the mysterious circumstances that surround the incident and the island they crash to earth upon. I was kind of stoked for a minute, but then got kind of freaked out at the idea of her being on the same plane as me... She wasn't, and a little research from my favorite reference source. reveals that she is actually from Lake Orion, Michigan. Go figure.
Even weirder was hanging out with this dude,
Chester Bennington from the band Linkin Park. I was kind of dreading this, not being into Linkin Park in the least. I felt guilty for hating his band after a while, because the dude was super cool, his wife was really nice and they were super mellow and enjoyable.
That was a weird night in that it was so far from my normal routine, cruising around Newport Beach on the company owner's yacht with a legitimate rockstar and only a few other people (don't ask how I ended up on the list) but it was really normal at the same time.
Last year I won an award for Etnies Girl for having the most business growth in my territory. This year I finished runner-up, but I still got a sweet trophy. I'd post a picture of it, but I left it in my hotel room in California. Nice one.
The last night of the trip, FOD Dave Davenport,
(seen here hard at work at Greasy Comb Distribution, wearing a Del. Bird tee) picked me up, along with a completely dialed spare bike, and drove us in luxury over to UC Irvine. This college campus is amazing. Seriously. There is so much to ride there it would never get boring. Dave has taken me there a couple times before and we've ridden different stuff each time. It was an awesome way to end the trip and shake off the long ass days of sales meetings, new-product and bro-brahing. Thanks again, Dave, you rule.
This month marks the fourth year of the Deliverance Clothing Company. This was the very first shirt:
It's not horrible, and I like the "Live off the Land" line, but the font is pretty weak. I don't know if I actually sold one of those shirts--I think I gave them all away. This one came early on as well
and was the first stolen graphic for Deliverance. It was heavily altered--the girl was originally a dude. I've thought of re-working this one and bringing it back. I like the slogan. There are a couple new designs in the works as well.
I went up to Modern tonight and was really excited to ride. I got my bike out but couldn't find my helmet. I was freaking out, thinking I left it at Ray's in Ohio, which was the last place I wore it. If it seems unreasonable to freak out about a helmet (especially if you've seen how beat up mine is), you have to understand that I have a gigantic head and it's very difficult to get a helmet to fit me. I had a head ache when I got to Modern tonight and was looking forward to it going away after I rode for a bit (riding bikes almost always cures my ailments), but squeezing into an XL rental just gave me a new kind of headache. Let's not even talk about how disgusting it is to wear a rental helmet. If I have acne on my forehead next time you see me, you'll know why--a contagious breakout from some greasy kid's dirty wig. It sucked. I was still freaking out about my missing helmet when I got home and then remembered that I took it to California with me in case I actually got to skate the Etnies skatepark (didn't happen). Phew.
The sponsors are lining up for the mini-ramp comps (see post below). Team Young, Veteran BMX, Albes and Breakaway Bicycles in Kalamazoo have all signed on as sponsors. Both of these events should be really fun. The concept for the TRP contest is "Outside the Box", utilizing the spine-mini and the ramps directly connected to it.
The plan is to rope off the perimiter with police tape. I guess if you look at my shitty diagram, it's actually "inside the box", but my thinking was "outside the box jumps". It should be fun. Plus, you'll be able to ride the rest of the park. The TRP joint is this Saturday night, starting at 11 pm. Ten dollars. Prizes. Fun. Also, I got wind that the Police came by during the last late-night TRP event and were quite upset about some adult beverage consumption by non-adults going on in the parking lot, so don't come looking for a party. Bring your bike and your jam box. Or confetti. Maybe silly string.