As most of you who know me know, I have ridden a BMX bike pretty much continuously since I was 13 years old. Slowing down, (read: not being heavily involved in the NJ BMX scene only when I was married from about 98 to 05, still played on my bike during those times though...) After building a pump track, then a dirt jump and finally realizing I just can't stand having to maintain dirt all the time, I figured it was time to just go back to my roots and build an OS 4'x8' wooden box jump. A few of my old bro's came out to put it up, Rob and Brian Hurst, Bob Ryer and George Hoernig. 7 hours after Rob and Brian showed up, the whole crew had this thing done and we were kicking out the tables and airs once again, only this time with everyone in or near their 40's. Ya know, it's funny, when I was 13 and just starting out on this weird BMX odyssey, the other kids in school would bag on me for wearing Vans (they called 'em boat shoes), riding a "little kids bike", and back then... having long bushy hair...ok some things change... Now at 46 and still being able to bust loose with some air once in awhile and smile and laugh 

and have a good time, I realize that there's always someone out there afraid of change, who can't accept things that are different or people who just see things differently. That though is pretty much what defines a true BMXer. It's not how big you go, or if you have the latest trendy trick down, it's how you view life. Do you accept that the impossible may be possible? Do you accept new things as though they were always this way? Then you're one of us, and though  you're body over time may start to fail, in your mind...you'll always be that kid thinking..."ya know...why the f**k not....?" 

Ride on, 'cause dammit, I am,

Brett