Life in a fishbowl.

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And speaking of fish. And bowls… But in the more literal sense-

It was just two days ago when I succumbed to my first bout with cabin fever. Part of it had to do with contact from the Thuggish Behaviorist notifying me that a legendary rollerboard spot in San Francisco that usually looks like this;
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-is currently looking like this;
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This of course means that for the time being (and the short time it’s dry), sessions a-plenty are happening.

Now, since I was a young boy I’ve been aware of this spot, and the legends that have spent time in it;
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T.G. Pitching style, back before high-res, and electricity, via his Instagram.
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Captain Stranger, same era, via Mic-E.
This spot is dry and skateable only once in a blue moon, and as I sit gazing out the window I am only able to imagine the array of abrasions and sprained joints I would be enjoying along side of my four wheeled compatriots.

As it stands, I’ll wait until the next blue moon, and see if I can’t fall down in it then.

Until that time, I will keep myself occupied with Photoshop projects;
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Clearly my primary focus lately is eating and drinking without concern of turning into a fat tub of goo.

And while we’re on the topic of fat tubs of goo- There really is no greater bummer than carrying a tub of goo on your back. That is of course unless you happen to have a bag that is dialed in enough to be able to accommodate it.

I got word through the grapevine on Wednesday that the collaborative effort between myself and Swobo affectionately called the Hobo is now back in stock and ready to ship.

Based on how quickly the first run sold out (a couple of days I think), if you’d like one yourself, I’d say there’s no time like the present to grab one;
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Naturally, it maybe wouldn’t be such a big deal if it were simply a bag, but along with it, you receive a couple items that no self respecting transporter of goo would want to live without.

Those being a set of toe straps, and a custom, and very limited in edition Dank brand cüzie;
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*Beer not included.
I have absolutely beaten the ever loving crap out of the one I’ve been carrying since September, and in that time, nary a stitch has torn.

It’s almost like it was designed by a bike rider or something.

Get one now, or forever fold your peas.

Lastly, it’s come to my attention that Matt ‘Trail Wizard’ Moore is unfortunately one of the many fallen friends I mentioned on Wednesday after getting creamed by a car;
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March surely sucked for a number of us, but it seems as though for Matt, it sucked the most.

Here is to a speedy recovery to His Beardedness, and that we will all rejoin forces as bigger, and stronger and faster human beings, the power of which no fish bowl can contain.
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6 Responses to “Life in a fishbowl.”

  1. pedalman April 3, 2015 at 6:20 am #

    Today marks the 6 month anniversary of my almost dieing from a bmx crash. I don’t like to talk about it much but if I can offer any advice to someone trying to recover from a serious injury it would be to document your recovery process. Write down all your frustrations and rehab failures as you go. Then later if you’re getting frustrated trying to get that last 10% you need to be back to normal ,you can look back for perspective and think ‘man remember when I could barely walk arround the block’. Good luck and remember anyday above dirt is a good day! Cheers!!

  2. Largo April 3, 2015 at 9:35 am #

    You read about shit like Matts being hit, and it makes a guy/gal want to give up this crazy, thrill seeking adrenalin sport of bike commuting. Get into something safer, with a lower chance of getting seriously hurt, like big wave tow in surfing, ski sailing or bull baiting.
    Didn’t Hemingway say something like there are only three sports, bullfighting, commuting on a townie, and mountaineering.

    • phuck eeuw April 4, 2015 at 6:51 am #

      no, that was not Hemingway.

      Never, ever taketh thy dull wit for that of the legend.

      Hell has a special spot for such gibberish. (townie)

  3. Marc April 3, 2015 at 11:37 am #

    It looks like Mr. Sagan and I feel the same way about pizza.

  4. Case April 3, 2015 at 1:29 pm #

    Every pizza’s a personal pizza, if you just believe in yourself.

  5. Scooper April 3, 2015 at 5:51 pm #

    Bawls and Wizard staff!