remember

Do you remember what its like to get a new bike? Holy cow! This morning I delivered a bike to a kid that has works his ass off day in and day out, and spent some hard earned money on GT. I was pretty excited to get it to him, I mean he has been hittin me up everyday if it has came in, and yesterday it came in. The brother at Lake Town Bicycles put it together the minute it came in, and took it home so I could pick it up after this mornings workout. The picture says it all. Happy rippin bud!

Love

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LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

my gromlin

dream a little dream

I grew up in a town that has roughly 1600 people in it. My address said Price, but the town I grew up in mainly was Wellington, Utah. As a little fella my source for mainstream media was the local gas station called Single Stop. Whether it was movies, or magazines, this was the main spot where I found my sources to the outside world, this is also where my dreams began to become a BMX racer.

I would buy any and all BMX magazines that they carried, which usually consisted of SNAP and BMX plus. I would then go home, read each magazine cover to cover, and then re read them cover to cover. When I felt like I got what I needed out of each magazine, I would then re scan the mag and pull out the pictures that I liked the most. I would then plaster the walls of my room, and the walls of the garage (my bike shop ha!), with any page or poster from the said magazines. I would look at these pictures and imagine myself as a pro BMXer, traveling the world, getting paid to ride a bike, and have all the cool uniforms and stuff. I started racing 18 years ago, and throughout that time my love for magazines hasnt went away, and I guess my love for bikes hasnt as well.

Fast forward to October 2011. I took some time off of the bike between fall of 2003 and the winter of 2008. Got back on a bike and it has been a hell of a ride since. I re classified back to amateur, and just ride for fun. I have been blessed with some great opportunities, and sponsors and am glad to be doing what Im doing. So yesterday I picked up a copy of the latest issue of BMX Plus, who knows, maybe I will find a new photo to put on my garage wall. Then there it was, page 76, smack dab in the middle I am staring at a picture of myself. I was thrilled to say the least. Who would have thought that a little unknown kid from Wellington Utah would make a global publication? Dreams do come true.
. Maybe one day when the grom is older she will see these and say "dad, you used to be cool. What happened?" hahahaha, I will be able to look at her and say "its better to be a has been than a never was."

Tattoos are for bad people

My thoughts on tattoos are pretty simple. Tattoos are for bad people, its just that bad people are in style right now.
Also I, along with others feel that you shouldn't be allowed to get tattooed until you're 25. This helps fight the battle against tribal tattoos and barb wire around biceps. No judgement here, but really it is dumb.

This past weekend I was able to do a photo shoot for a tattoo book coming out later in the year. This is a teaser shot. They incorporated my bikes, shocking I know. We were going to try and do one with the gromlin but she was sleeping, and we dont wake sleeping gromlins.

shitty

Yesterday my in laws had to put down Harley dog. Such a bummer deal. He was the wifesters dog, but when she went away to school he had to stay home with her mom. Eventually harley met Larry and they were inseparable, I think Lar married Jackie more for Harley than Jackie, but thats just my guess.

Anyway, it was such a heart crusher. Best guess was that a tumor attacked a cluster of nerves by his brain and he lost function of his hind legs, and then the rest. It was quick so he didnt suffer.

Im gonna miss this guy, he was a really good dog. Stubborn as hell, a good role model for jib (he needed one), and really good with the grom.

Run free big fella.

CAW!

Rippers from Utah bringing it home!

Same Ol Aggie experience

This weekend was a whirl wind. Had to wake up early to go get one of the Unimogs to drive in the homecoming parade here in good ol Logan. It such a typical shit show when it comes to this parade. They are completely unorganized and no one has a clue what they are doing, good thing our trucks are bigger than everyone else, or we still might be somewhere on the west side of Logan, and you know what they say about people on the west side, tanner......Anyway, this was the groms first experience of a parade, and she got to meet big blue, she wasnt too sure about this fella. I have a feeling though, that one day she will love him, she just needs to understand him a little.

After that we came home and veg'd out for a bit. Of course I had to mow the lawn for the first time in weeks, before I could veg out, but I knocked it out and to my man cave it was. We are bouncing from series to series on Netflix, tried Lost for a bit. But it just seems to just kind of go on and on and on and on and on. And really, when Walt appeared in the forest and was soaked and whispering, I was over it. What can I say? Im a va jay jay.

So next up we started Greys Anatomy, and besides merideth greys shitty narrations, its a pretty good show. I sure do wish the had season three of Sons of Anarchy on netflix, maybe they should take care of that for me. douchebags.

Then to the Aggie game we went. We rolled up a bit early to walk around the tailgating and say hi to some of our peeps for Sigma Chi. Good peeps, but we had to get to the game. We are lucky enough to have a suite in the endzone complex, and that is where we rocked it out. The game was good, but in the end, its the same damn thing. Aggies blow it at the end. Kills. me. everytime. The groms had fun though, and thats what matters.

Today was another clinic in Tooele. Had to get up at Five thirty and be there by eight. Great training, and I see so much improvement in the crew. Excited to see where it goes. Then to the bosses house to hangout with the wifester while she baby sits his kids. spent another couple hours playing out in the front yard, dinner, and then trampoline. My boss has four kids, so the wife watches the four of them, the groms, and me. Im such a kid its ridiculous. I found a trike and started riding it, wife came out, saw me, and just shook her head. Thats a "W" in my book anyday.

peace.