Mr McBurns invited me over today (thanks John and Glen, for the intro) to check out his pump track. And then ride it. I needed that like a hole in the head. I know I shouldn't be saying this on Easter, but holy hell. I came home amped out of my mind. You can learn a fair amount on the web, but eventually you need to see the real deal in person and when you do, well, it messes you up big.
We talked all about dump trucks full of dirt and bobcats and elevation changes and radii and bump spacing and much other nerd shit. I talked about my idea to start now and build as I go, and he was down with that. He also told me I need a bike, like, yesterday. The hills are alive with the sound of music.
Let me get ahead of you with your next question - there are no pictures, because you don't go over to someone's house who you are meeting for the first time and start taking pictures of their backyard and then go home and stick them on the internet. But I came home with the conviction necessary to hurl myself off the cliff and so what I can offer you are some pics of the initial damage I did to my own back yard tonight. Thanks once again to Mr Speare for egging me on. And for the heavy lifting.
Shit. I cannot believe it, I accidentally deleted the pictures I took tonight and was about to post, and I am not kidding. I will go out and take one in the dark, just so you know I'm not some kind of joker. Damnit. Be right back. Damnit.
Here it is. Sucks, but here it is. Damnit.
Anyway, it's a berm. Coupla months ago, I was kind of looking for some inspriration, wondering what I was gonna be up to this year, bike-wise. Guess I got it figured out.