Annie Rhiannon

Thursday, May 11, 2006

BMX

Bjarni and I have taken to getting up at ridiculous o'clock, cycling down to the BMX track (on our mountain bikes, I hasten to add), and practicing jumps before work.

When I was a kid I lived on a council estate in England for about 5 minutes. There was, of course, the obligatory BMX track at the end of our street, filled with impossibly cool 10 year olds smoking crack and doing wheelies. God, I wished I was one of them. But seems I was only 3 years old on a pink tricycle I never really stood a chance.

So these days I choose to sneak down to the track at dawn, before the other kids come along and steal my dinner money. It's mad fun. I am shit at ramps but I felt fucking cool anyway. Okay, I only did the smallest one, and I went over it so slowly that my wheels barely left the ground, but by next week I'll be flying, I swear.

3 comments:

  1. Ah, i soooo respect the idea of having a shot at something you wanted to do as a kid but didn't have the cash/balls/time/whatever. Go the relieving of the youth!

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  2. what happened in the sixth minute? did one of the crack-smoking wheelie kids do something nasty to you? ;-)

    i used to go mountain biking with my ex. i'd be scared of any slopes. one day i just dropped back/chickened out and then went home - he spent several hours looking for me in the forest while i spent the afternoon watching crap films and eating biscuits...

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  3. The sixth minute was when my mum and dad whisked me back to the mountains of North Wales for a pleasant up-bringing amongst the sheep.

    When I was 6 they bought me my own BMX. It was black and red with a picture of a fireball on it and I thought I was the bees knees.

    They put their foot down when I demanded crack though.

    (They put their "foot" down? They put their "feet" down? Eh? I'm confused).

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