You’re supposed to feel exhilaration or annoyance when you see skaters and BMX kids; there’s not a lot of opinion in between the two camps.
I’m just in amazement that landscapes this barren are inflicted on the human race, and gratified that people still find a way to have fun no matter how hard and humorless looking the surface you cover every inch of everything with.
Fantastic foto essay over at Defgrip with scads of Polaroids of hot, hot, BMX bike action. The accessory equipment is gloriously limited to a pant-leg clip here and there; the only fashion statements are tube sox; the only hot chick is mom — but we old dudes don’t mind that.
You got like three feet of air that time.
If you’re not fluent in Italian, let me translate for you:
The loader operator is eating a sandwich and texting while doing a headstand. He’s good.
Thanks to Charles of JohnnyGlendale for sending this one along.