bikeperson45

I mainly use Facebook for stalking these days. I got fed up of everyone posting stuff so they're either hidden or deleted, my newsfeed is pretty much 20 people and some band stuff. And I never liked writing things out in public so I only use the messaging thing, and having my photos up I never liked either.

Why aren't my things embedding?

Haha exactly. They're on their way now, they as in two because this celibacy is also no fun

Past week in review -Still hobbling because of my knee -Shoes chewed up by dogs -Told I'll probably need surgery, meaning my third summer in a row of not being able to ride/ do anything physical and 6 month recovery time. Potentially changes everything in my life since I don't know what country I'll be in becaues of that. -Laptop charger also chewed by dogs, no internet/ DVDs for a while-Toilet overflowed and got my urine on some of my clothes -8 mile ride to work and back harder only being able to pedal with one leg -Now the bike's hub's given up so I'm kind of screwed there -Living alone being injured without a TV or laptop is no fun

Just funny that you ended up choosing that song and the a bit earlier the Select Postal video got bumped up

Nice riding but lazy song choice

You'd think there'd be enough other numbers for them to pick from

haha that was supposed to shoes, close enough phonetically I guess.

'And limits is not a word a Redbull athlete wants to hear'. Who's writing this stuff? Looks great though, can't wait.

Dogs I'm house sitting with chewed up my chews last night and I'm not going to be able to get some new ones for a while because of my leg and I have work tomorrow. The little bad (and fairly big) things have been too consistent recently.

Can't see it Is it blocked in the UK too or just me?

Awesome

Good riding but same as above, a black bike and black clothes don't help either

I didn't like it as much as I thought I would, agree with you about wanting more of the other world. Wanted more of the eyes in the hand guy

Awesome riding, up there with my favorite kind of riding styles.

Housesitting is good. I've missed being able to make fried eggs so much, or anything else that isn't microwavable.

Haha not that bad, just quick little slaps they deserved.

Felt like I was on my period today, some many people annoyed me. My little fantasies on how to deal with those people made it a little better, just glad for my criminal records sake they were fantasies.

Not to sound like I have a massive ego or anything, I think a lot more people should be like me. I have this thing so that if I start watching a video that I don't like I turn it off and find one I do like. I don't start criticizing the riding for not being what I consider trials to be, I just ignore the things I don't like. If it's a video I kind of like but I think some things can be improved I might point them out, but to dismiss the whole video because you don't like that riding stlye is just weird. What do you people really get out of leaving comments saying 'grrr it's not trials'? Just move on and watch something else. This 'arguement' is never going to have a definitive answer and it is getting boring reading the same points over and over.

Frame looks great and the riding clips were awesome, looking forward to Hex video.

Jinxed myself saying I'd do this this week, in crutches so I won't be doing anything for the next few weeks at least

Beasty gaps, disappointing that Dominik Raab's new video has 6 replies when this has already turned out the way it has

Thanks for writing all that. Trying to get some stuff sorted now, just annoying how circumstantial it is now because of my knee. At least they angry thread will always be here Haha, yea it does I'm not allowed to work at the supermarket, I've just been given a couple days off now so at least I can try and rinse some essays.

I haven’t ranted in a while, so here’s another one of these posts, it’s an appropriate time. Time for some stream of conscious. Last night sucked a lot. Thought I was just going out for a quick little session that was going well, was landing my 180s and 360s without using any pedal kicks which I was all happy about, even I was annoyed at the effort they are on my Ashton. Anyways, that was all well and good until I came off the back and twisted my knee. It felt like it dislocated and popped back in, a feeling I’m pretty familiar with now. So I lay on the ground in agony for a while being scared to move it. After five minutes a women came and offered to call for help, but I was somewhere without phone reception. The pain was less agonizing so I managed to hobble to a bench and said I’ll probably be fine since I only live up the road, which was a pretty massive mistake. I tried to walk ten minutes later, and that didn’t work, couldn’t put any weight on it without a big heaping of pain. I locked my bike up and since I didn’t have any reception I had to crawl in away so that my leg didn’t hurt too much up this stupidly steep hill for around four hundred metres. Half way up the hill a car came down with some teenage girls on it. They saw me there, I imagine clearly looking like I was in pain, clutching at my leg and waving at them saying ‘help me’ and they just kept going. So they’re disgusting people but they come back into it later. It’s a pretty helpless feeling being by yourself and having to crawl like that, especially when you’re thinking of how this is going to impact your life in all the negative ways (there’s no positive anyway). I eventually got to the road that I managed to get to the other side of before some people saw me and helped me to the entrance of the pub. I opened the door and hobbled past the bar to the back, some people came to see what was up but at the point I was in no mood to be meeting some random people and explaining anything. I’m also going to mention how cold it was, when I was crawling it was about -3*C. It really sucked a great deal. I called home to England and my dad said he’d call my aunt and she’d get me to a hospital, I wasn’t sure how this would work out with my insurance so got nervous about that. The people from the bar seemed to take it in turns to come talk to me individually; it was at least nice to get some distraction. Aunt came, got to the hospital, and had some x-rays. No bone damage but I’ve got to make an appointment to check my other insides and whatever. Got given some crutches, got back to the pub I stay at, had diner, went to sleep. Also, at the hospital I got pretty annoyed with my doctor freak. He started asking if I was wearing a helmet and I just can’t help but think what a stupid question. The problem was clearly with my knee. When I said ‘yes’ anyway he started that ‘oh you say that but…’ like I was lying about it when really I just wanted to say you’re paid to deal with the problems I am having. If my knee did dislocate, that might mean my joints are pretty useless. I started riding four years ago, but the amount of time I’ve actually been riding is around two and a half years after taking away the recovery times from my shoulder dislocating. That’s annoying. And now if my knee follows the same routine I’m pretty much screwed and might have to just give it up which upsets me a lot. I’ve never had much of an idea about what I want to do with my life but the one thing I was certain about was I wanted to be involved with trials in some way and if I can’t do that I’m not going to be happy. I know it’s stupid to think it but I always thought if I had my bike with me I’d have something to look forward to, like the past few months when I had to deal with my relatives giving a hard time that resulted in me having to live alone in a pub where moronic ghost hunters come freak me out and where I’ve had to pick up human poo because drunk people can’t aim their excrement into a toilet properly I at least was able to think ‘oh, well at least I can go ride tomorrow’. But now I’m dealing with the same crap (get it? I unintentionally made a funny) while waltzing around on crutches that are killing my sides. Plus I got moved out of my room and got put up a floor, so now that’s two flights of stairs I have to get up. Plus now some people are staying in the pub as well, some young people. Some disgusting young people who drive past people clearly in need of help. Also some disgusting young people who use my popcorn. I had just got that popcorn, I had borrowed some movies from the library and planned on having a nice little evening of just sitting back and eating my beloved popcorn. So now they’ve deprived me of that. They’ve also deprived me of the tv room since apparently when they stay in my old room they pretty much get the floor locked off. My rent price better reflect that. So anyways, I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing now. I don’t know what I’m going to try and head towards with my life or what country that’s going to be in. Although that will probably be impacted by my new knee problem. That’ll mean going back to England where I won’t know what to do. I could try and go to university, but I have no idea what subject area I can commit myself to for three years or so and then plus having to pay for the risk makes that an unattractive option. I was liking the whole Liberal Arts thing here in America, but that option seems like it could close at some point in the future. Saying all this though, I just got a job as a cashier at a supermarket. That’s something I forgot about actually, making the eight mile trip there in bike probably won’t be possible in time for my next shift. And that sucks because I was genuinely enjoying that. It was a nice change from a lot of isolation to being around the other young people there and dealing with the customers. Seems like when I finally got something to go right the Scheiße hits the fan. If I can’t work that means no money, meaning I’ll have to get more from my parents and I know that can’t continue much longer. And if that’ll mean coming back to England which will feel like failure to me. I was really trying to do some worthwhile with myself here, trying really hard. Ughgaboogahschuga. And now it’s snowing. Having to crutch around in the snows going to annoying. I could just about end this here but I’m going to keep going. Mainly out of boredom now and plus it’s nice writing things down. Problem is I can’t decide where to pick up from. I’m going to go with the role of people in my life. Most people seem to get the impression I’m some kind of reclusive introvert because I don’t talk much, which I guess is true to a fairly minimal extent. But that’s not true, I really like having people around, people I like anyway and really I’m not that fussy. Thing that has sucked the past few months is I was pretty much in solitary confinement because of staying in the country with my aunt and uncle and I hadn’t started working at college or working then. I had accepted that would pretty much be my purgatory time so I dealt with it. But living by myself in a place with practically nobody to talk to is pretty miserable, especially when the only people you speak to are your family who constantly remind you to get a job when I’ve been walking miles to applications, it wasn’t motivation as much as pouring salt on a wound. Meh, what’cha gonna do. This is all pretty self-pitying I realize but I kind of need a bit of that. I feel stupid feeling so annoyed with the stuff when there are little African babies having flies lay eggs in the corners of their eyes but I don’t have much experience with that. Speaking about that, I’ll stop now. I’ve exceeded my daily limit of being self-obsessed.