These pics are from a couple hours of adventuring around Kalamazoo while my van was being serviced last week. Kzoo has a great variety of stuff to ride and is just sketchy enough to be interesting....
The Bar Bag performed flawlessly. Available from Dans!
This Honda Trail 70 has been in this window for years. I had one just like it, same graphics and everything, when I was 11. I rode the shit outta that thing! It literally burst into flames while I was riding it one time. I had to bail and let it ghost ride into a firey heap. I was running all over the house, looking for a fire extinguisher, yelling at my sleeping sister to help me. It was chaos. I later sold it to my friend Fat Ben and the engine actually fell out. His mom was bummed.
These jersey barriers have a nice run-up and a slanted sidewalk tranny. I discovered them a couple years ago during a visit and they are good for a few minutes each time through.
Empty 40 of King Cobra. No, I didn't drink it. Maybe I will though. Shit will make you want to fight your friends. This was near some dirt jumps that have been around for a long time. They are still there, but not really rideable.
I've been on the road all week. I did get to ride a little bit. The cement park in Toledo offered some action. That park is chock full of teen parents, hood rats, angry skaters and dirty kids doing laps on 20 inch Pacific mountain bikes. The highlight was a 60 year old Mailman, in full blue postal uniform, on an old shitty, mountain bike with a soup bowl strapped to the rack on the back, deciding to take a run through the park. I saw him sitting there for awhile, then watched in disbelief as he rolled up to the worst-design-ever skatepark obstacle, which is a standard bank pyramid that goes up, flat and over for the hips and part of the center, but on one side just drops right off. It used to have steps and someone I brought there jumped to land backside into the steps. Rugged. Anyway, the mailman slowly approached this pyramid and amazingly, the locals tried to save him, yelling "Stop, look out" etc. He put his feet down and did the top-tube tango right off the drop and straight to over the bars, landing in a full bear-trap (Solan term). It was a mess. He was okay, thankfully. I saw him a bit later and and inquired as to his status. He said "I should have studied the course better". Indeed.
I rode the public park in Coldwater last night for fifteen minutes. That was all the second-hand teen smoke I could take, but the little hip set up there is fun.