So we moved a bit of dirt and then it just frikkin happened. First it was John, then Glen. Then Jon and/or Jeff, not sure of the exact order. Jake showed up and pumped it. Even me. So, so, so, SO rad!
I'm the undisputed slowest, but I'm the engineer. There are a few fast engineers out there, but in general, we're generally not. Our jobs are generally to make other people go fast. Just look at the space shuttle and Formula One cars, for instance. I rest my case. I was pretty much born to build shit and I've been building shit all my life and I do it well and so even though I can't rail it, tonight is extremely personally satisfying in terms of taking this fairly wild concept and implementing it in my yard over a pretty short period of time, which was a big part of the pump track equation, as I don't want this monster to eat our summer alive. The last week, in particular, has been pretty mind-bending, as I've buried myself into how to make one of these work.
I'm all wildly spooled up with planning about where this thing's gonna go from here and it's gonna get so much better, but tonight's pumpability is a major first milestone, a righteous cause for pause and celebration. Here are a few pics, then, from this wonderful, warm, dry, pumpable spring evening . . .
|Everybody wang chung|
|Track-tested pump bikes, eagerly awaiting the next sesh . . .|