Silly BMX Photo Page
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A couple of things to look
out for here. The first thing is obviously the fact that Jeff
Dein is racing Superclass without a visor. The second thing is
that whenever someone bails and you can see both the back of their
head AND the bottom of their feet at the same time, that's bad.
Clayborn owner Bill Madden is the victim here.
This is for all the people who have written
me asking exactly how close to the ground you can perform a "Crews".
I'd say about two feet up is a good place to start. This is me
in 1992.
My brother is a pretty cool dude nowadays,
what with his ska band, his clapped-out Infiniti, (correction:
clapped-out Porsche :) and his collection
of exotic custom saxophones. He says he was always cool. I'll
leave it for my female readers to decide, after looking at this
photo of him as an 8 Novice.
This could be any dirt
jumper in 1999, but it's actually Jody Donnelly in 1991. A lot
of people talked about doing a backflip on dirt. Jody decided
to try it. I should mention that he also raced Superclass at the
time. Did he pull it? Let's just say that his momentum stalled
immediately after this photo was taken...
Yours truly as a snot-nosed
student and Superclass dude, pulling a "Hannah" on my
way down a very long set of stairs. The problem here was that
the stairs weren't in line with the run-up, so you couldn't see
if anyone was on them until you turned and pulled up. Which may
account for the stupid look on my face, or maybe not.
This is a lame attempt
to make you think my brother and I were both jumping the same
tabletop. Of course, it's two different photos, taken some time
around 1990. Points of no interest: That's a shirt on Mark's head.
His bike is a weird concoction of a tri-moly Redline 500b with
mini bars, stem, and 1 3/8" wheels. It didn't hold up for
long.
We didn't get a lot of
snow this year, but when we did it came in awful thick. You'll
never see a Grand Cherokee or Pathfinder being abused in this
fashion, because the stress involved with being thrown sideways
into a two-foot wall of snow would twist the unibody like a soggy
pretzel from a trackside vendor. Naturally the Rover had no probs.