Last time I rode Vancouver late with James we stopped here. I led him through the “tub” at the skatepark with assurances of gnar. I apparently failed to mention that it was high speed gnar. After I had a great ride through the zone, James followed. He did not go faster than the speed of rad and got trapped at the bottom with his bike.
He fell. I laughed. He cursed. I giggled. He tried to climb out. I tried not to pee myself.
Eventually he escaped. Now he lives in California. I miss James.
oh yea. He has now moved on to melbourne. Not sure how I forgot that.
I say post this to the “NO MORE DRUNK BLOGGING” site. Gnar be with you. I’m going to finish my biscotti and coffee now.
Not a real thing. I checked. This site pretty much sums it up. http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/no-more-drunk-blogging-for-me