If you find a bear cub or baby giraffe or something on the side of the road and bring it home and raise it, you can delude yourself into thinking it's all domesticated, but you have to know in the back of your mind that there's always the chance that the wildness that can't be totally and completely purged will emerge for just a split second. If/when it happens, you're hosed.
I understand that this isn't Wild Kingdom and we're not talking animal babies . . . we're talking dirt. But shit, I just thought that based on the Frankensteinian process I endured to give this particular batch of dirt some fabulous life, it would somehow honor me. Wrong, apparently.
We all love innocent baby animals and dirt, but hell, at some point, a bit of retaliation is in order. I'm thinking C4. I seriously doubt that I can bring myself to destroy that which I have created, but at least I can dream.
One thing's for sure: It's not enough to simply love your pump track; you must also respect it.
5 comments:
Don't ever order the "lunch combo of the beast", it'll get you every time.
Damn I wish we could've got this picture in the OTM Build a Pumptrack in your back yard! article.
Pat, I think you've got it all wrong. I think that shiner is actually the way your pump track honors you- a full on dirt "baptism"!
ahhh, man everytime I see a pic of you Pat I cringe---still feel bad that I put you up to showing me a demo, and I witness the first beating. I feel like the parent who spanks his kid and says "this is going to hurt me more then it is going to hurt you!"
Don't succumb to the mental beating, YOU build it, YOU own it, now get out there and beat the hell out of it and ride it like a stallion!!
Chad, I'm there. It was a lame sorryass excuse of a beating. I'm down with the stallion thing. Bring it, pump track bitch, I OWN YOU!
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