LISTEN TO THE SOUND MY TIRES MAKE ON THE PARKING LOT JESUS CHRIST, IT'S A RUBBER HOLOCAUST
Naw. Flatland isn't difficult. Getting a blowjob is harder.
I've never been so impressed with a contest, or with comp riding as I was this weekend. At the venue while I was peeing in the trough there was a 'gentleman' in there, apparently local who found himself absolutely blown away by what was going down on the floor. He was talking in a loud excited voice on his cell phone trying to get a friend/family out there IMMEDIATELY. I remember hearing the words "THIS IS INCREDIBLE! THESE GUYS ARE DOING LIKE GYMNASTICS ON BIKES! IT'S F*&%#$ AWESOME!! YOU'VE GOT TO COME OUT HERE RIGHT AWAY AND SEE THIS!"As much as I try to not hear what people talk about in rest rooms, this exchange was pretty cool. It was real neat seeing a 'first timer' totally freaking out and getting amped on flatland. I'd really like to thank everyone involved with Flatland Voodoo Jam for a job well done. It meant a lot to me to simply be there. Contests like this can accomplish things. jm
Hey Scott, I noticed a saying on York Uno's shirt, and I was wondering if you might have insight on what it was refering to. In my mind, it totally fits in with Voodoo jam. The saying was;Never has so little, meant so much, to so few.I'm not implying the job you did to get Voodoo up and running is small, but in the grand scheme of things, the act of simply riding our bikes and doing tricks is pretty small. Despite that, I don't think there was a single person that was there that wasn't blown away and impacted by the job you did in displaying it.Thanks again to all those involved. This was my first Voodoo experience, and it by far exceeded any expectations I could have had by watching previous year's footage (even though I've always gotten goosebumps from the little bits of the atmosphere that carried through on video). It's a damn shame that every other North American contest is going to fail in comparison after experiencing Voodoo.