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The Mrs. got me a pocket HD cam for Christmas. Haven’t used it that much, but I took it out to Settles yesterday when Steve and Todd were riding to play around with it. My current PCs don’t necessarily have 1080P editing capabilities, so long for videos may be out, but we’ll see…
It’d probably be better if my blog were wide enough to show the whole video. Hmmmm
I’ve always had a weird relationship with BMX, both as a rider and as a fan. I mean, I liked watching BMX videos, until all of the videos became about brakeless street riding. And I liked checking out industry news, until that became like the same thing over and over and over again. Eventually BMX became like the last season of Airwolf, you know after they shitcanned Jan-Michael Vincent and Ernest Borgnine and replaced them with Dick van Dyke’s son and a bunch of people with mullets. Not only did the long lost St. John (“Sinjin”) Hawke show up to replace the much more interesting Stringfellow, but production values went to shit with them apparently taping large portions of the show using commercial grade camcorders and…
What, too geeky? Off the point?
Well, hell, anyway. BMX has lost some of its luster for me, as a fan. Which leaves the part where I’m a participant. I finally figured that part out. Y’see, I went out to Settles Bridge with Steve on Saturday to get back on the horse as it were. I hadn’t touched my bike except to move it out the way since it got cold. And while I’ve been informed that this doesn’t count, since I don’t ride with the appropriate people, or at the appropriate events to satisfy the judges of acceptable BMX behavior (I hold grudges, folks, it’s a personal failing, I know) *I* enjoyed it.
Which is kind of the thing that I had to figure out. You see, I don’t really look forward to riding. I mean, every so often I get an itch to ride and I ride and I try to ride often enough that it becomes a habit/routine, because it really is good for me. But it’s not like, say, playing guitar. I think about playing guitar all of the time. I know that I love playing guitar. Even after jacking my wrist I’ve played guitar until it just hurt too bad to keep going on.
I’ve gone to a skatepark, taken one good slam and packed my bags and went home. Riding a bike is just not that serious to me. However, it is fun for exactly how long I do it. I never look forward to it, but I enjoy it while I’m doing it. Which is kind of weird, but the most accurate way I can describe it. So, now that I’m back on the horse I will, undoubtedly feel all “ugh” while I’m packing up the car and I’ll be tired and sore when I’m done. but I’ll have a big smile on my face while I’m doing the thing.
And, y’know, I’m cool with that.