And then there's another fascinating dude that blipped across my radar this morning. It was a piece in the paper and of course it jumped out because it had the word "bike" in it, but the radness of the story wasn't immediately apparent to me. Seems though, that I couldn't get the thought out of my head all day, and the ruminations have kind of whipped my imagination into a frenzy about how fast this guy must have been going and what the the whole scene must have felt and looked like, from a spectator's point of view.
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I guess what really put things in perspective was that I was out on my fatbike tonight, and I was goofing around with the simple act of just pulling a wheelie and I am so lame. In my imagination it's all so easy, but damn, actually making it happen is a bitch. And they make the exponentially harder stuff look routine. Amazing. Hat's off, gentlemen.