The hits just keep coming.


My goodness, but it sure seems like the universe is doling up smackdown after smackdown here lately.

Most recently was detailed yesterday morning in a phone call with Kevin Wilkins during which time he gave me the lowdown on Nebraska honch, CVO;

Just as I was picking myself up, and dusting myself off after Leroy’s suicide, I have learned that on Tuesday, CVO succumbed to something called Amyloidosis, and has left us as well.

I don’t know where one’s spirit goes when their body dies, but wherever it is, it’s becoming increasingly chock full of some badass human beings.

Thank you for being one of the good ones, who was true to yourself, and a constant and unflinching supporter of literally everything I’ve done here on this site the last eight years.

Here’s to one day eventually ripping some singletrack and drinking beer with you again;

In closing, I’m going to include a piece the aforementioned Kevin wrote, which I think sums up my feelings quite nicely;

Here we are.

Every reader of this post, every friend of every reader of this post, and everyone else in the world is at an age where we’re no longer observing from the sidelines as our grandparents’ friends, our parents’ friends, or our older siblings’ friends pass away.
We are here, watching as our friends expire.

It doesn’t seem right, but it happens, and it’s very bad and very stupid and it’s going to happen again.

But weren’t we untouchable?

Weren’t we below the radar enough, behind the scenes enough, unexplainable enough? Didn’t we adequately side step concerns over real jobs, real responsibilities, and real life so convincingly that we earned ourselves a Passover when it came to a disadvantage of this nature?

I know the answer. But in hearing the deep, guttural negative, I’m still looking for a way out of the inevitable, knowing that something as real as death doesn’t apply—shouldn’t apply—to anyone in my circles.

Didn’t I just talk to him the other day? Weren’t we just shredding together a few hours ago, weeks ago, months ago, sharing the silent stupidity of curb cuts, slappies, or the verb “shredding”? Didn’t we just try some dull-witted handshake and laugh it off as our knuckles cracked ineptly? Didn’t he just let me know of his admiration of our mammalian brotherhood, or of my pointless joke, or of my pivot to fakie? Didn’t I just tell him yesterday that he’s one of my favorite people of all time? Didn’t I just tell him?

No.

I haven’t talked to him in a while. I mean, I hadn’t talked to him in while. I mean … you know what I mean.

I just really liked having him around. By around, I mean alive. Knowing that he’s no longer in the area, no longer a couple states over, no longer in contact with those other friends of mine, who I know are taking care of him, is like suddenly knowing nothing. And by nothing, I mean nothing.

I’m here, we’re all here, and he’s not.

I don’t think I’ll write his name on my shoes. I won’t wear a black armband. I’m just gonna be sad for a while. After that, I’ll go places where we skated together, where we rode together, where we learned together, and I’ll smile. Because I think now he’s not only in my thoughts, but he knows my thoughts—he knows your thoughts—and that’s gotta be pretty damn sweet.

But really, though. It’s kind of like, here we are, and then here we’re not.

Maybe as we dodge the bullets between now and then, we shouldn’t only try to remember how things were, but also push deliberately, fall on our hips and taste the bruising, nollie over sidewalk cracks and devour that quarter second, cut our griptape with a rock, not care about it, and live life the way things are immediately.

And by immediately, I mean… You know what I mean.

Immediately.


Photo courtesy of Mitch Kline.

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8 Responses to “The hits just keep coming.”

  1. Nived October 11, 2017 at 4:16 am #

    Bummer man.. Sorry it keeps coming..

  2. Squirrel October 11, 2017 at 8:00 am #

    Another Great fuckin Dude gone.

  3. Hoss October 11, 2017 at 8:11 am #

    Amyloidosis can fucking suck it.

    • Stevil October 11, 2017 at 10:06 am #

      I just had coffee with Young Carl and he gave me the scoop. I apologize for my initial understanding.

  4. Brewin October 11, 2017 at 8:27 am #

    Thoughtful words and it sucks that this keeps happening to you

  5. Mike Franke October 11, 2017 at 11:19 am #

    Sorry for your recent losses, buddy. Keep the faith.

  6. tsp October 11, 2017 at 1:13 pm #

    Powerful words. I didn’t know him, but just reading his words about the death of someone else, i felt as if i did. Now it’s himself who is the subject of his words, and those words belong to all of us who read them. Regrettably, the loss of a loved one is an occasion that affects every one of us, and in that way, we all know each other very well. At least, we all might as well. We’re all here right now, and someday, we’ll all be some place else. CVO is shredding with the best of ’em, where ever he may be.

    • Colin M October 12, 2017 at 8:49 am #

      “I just really liked having him around. By around, I mean alive.”

      this is the feeling that always hits me the most. It is such a weird feeling, like a very distinct unconscious understanding of what a soul is.

      RIP CVO