There are events in life that make you have to grab the handrail and hold on.
That feeling of being weak in the knees and the world around you spinning.
The kind of life alternating moment that you search and search for answers.
Loss can bring on this feeling,, loss of a pet, loss of a home or car,, the loss of a loved one,,,, expected or unexpected.
Unexpected is by far the worst kind of loss,, Your dog getting hit by a car,, a tornado or forest fire destroying your home...
Or a loved one suddenly leave the physical world.
A week ago Friday Morning I was into the office at work getting ready for a short day of calls..
It being Friday it was moms day for a Chemo treatment and
at 730 my phone rings with my moms photo..
Scared that she is not feeling well I answer before the first rang stopped..
Mom comes through the speaker and All I hear her say is
" Trempealeau is Dead.."
What?
He is gone he is dead,
I am still to this moment in shock.
The Family is in Shock.
Too young..
He was a Shining star..
Named after a Beautiful spot along the Mississippi deep in the
Driftless of Wisconsin..
I hope that in the daze and years to come my Brother and the rest of my family can find some
peace.
I am trying to put together some of the bike Industry for a memorial scholarship fund
Life in a vacuum is void of sound and light.. External forces tend not to apply.. The landscape does not change and yes it is the same everyday.
This platform has been going on now for eleven years.. Sometimes with great consistency and other times lacking any voice or substance. It is time for a change...
It is time to blow things up... Content has grown stale.. Time to go off to the desert with Hunter S and find my words and my way.
The daze of chaseing the professional cyclist life has come and gone.. The lust and passion for movement stays the same but as the names to the right and left come and go the redefinition of a DMC will come with ebb and flow.
So as we grow closer to the bringer of the light and the fire and daze begin to grow bright a new address maybe a new sight will rise as I burn thus sucker down and rise from its ashes.
Still not winter here yet in the Great White North,, just wet.. It has been raining and raining making it hard to go outside and play.. So it was super great to hear the boy say today when he got home from school that he wanted to go and Sk8 at Familia.. Only issue in doing so is that the trip home would be in the throat of rush hour traffic in the rain. But the boy said sk8 so I was in. Jumping on the Interstate from hell I was treated to some fresh rubber that the little buggy got installed.. Love new tires,,, just hate paying for them. We got our selves to the
HQ and started banging out the tricks,, the boy was even going after some moves I have never seen him try before.. I dig it when I see him think outside the box and see him progress,,, He just doesn't let me give him advise. Which drives me nutz.. So much so that tonight as he went into Karate Class,,
I was finishing up listing to the Tony Hawk Radio show,, so I call in and asked him for advice.. Funny as an old man talking to the guy that you grew up watching and idolizing getting advise about bring up a young skater. It was some good back and forth until my phone dropped the call,, but the guys continued to talk about the subject of kids,, learning and trying not to do too much as a skater parent. Told the boy about the phone call as we walked out of Karate class and needless to say he was pissed that I spoke to Tony and he did not..
I seem to be wearing holes in my shoes and the ones on the bottom of the shoe are getting worse every session,, The only place that has the best selection of Vans is in the MOA and being so damn close to the holidays not sure that I want to go in to that place regardless of what they have on the shelves.
This kid has been getting a lot of views lately.. He is kind of nut and I would to spend a day following him around the Valley Of The Sun..
I am not the only one Here in the 612 with Grey in his hair that have fresh wood..
Here is the Godfather of Minnesota cycling Geno with a