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Brett and I have been chatting by email the last few weeks about
fuck trucks. I learned them a long time ago and only mess around with
them from time to time. There is actually a newer link that I want to
do that would feature the use of them proper, in my opinion. Anyway,
Brett has been the master of deathtruck for a really long time and he
felt like he needed a new way to ride in. So I have been trying to
give him some pointers. I told him that when Richard and I come out
that we will have to get that trick all sorted out. Brett has been
spending much of the session trying to get the timing and leg throw
down. So I roll over and we get down to the matter at hand. The
first part is mostly like a dumptruck. The real thing to over come is
the leg throw and the hand switching. Once you overcome that the only
obstacle left is the fear because once you can swing the leg and
re-grab then it is just a deathtruck again. The fear is what Brett
hadn't adjusted to just yet. It takes a few sessions on the dream
machine for me to really get a feel for riding it. So, deathtrucks
were feeling squirrely from the get go for me. I was getting into
them but I was having trouble steering them for some reason. So I
tried some regular dumptrucks and some double footed ones too. That
seemed to help align my situation pretty well and after about 4 or 5
tries I was able to swing my leg over the headtube and coast. Brett
and I were trading off. He would try one then I would try one. I did
some to no handed-one footed, double footed and I even did one and
scuffed around a little just for argument's sake. Brett was right
there with it. He was conquering the fear but not quite able to hold
on to coast. His main concern was that he was going to fall backward.
I told him that between the forward momentum and the leg kicking,
there is only a small chance of falling backward. By the end of the
session Brett was comfortable throwing his leg he needs to just learn
to readjust his body in order to coast. In due time folks, all in due
I find that no trip to Arizona is complete with out a trip to
Oregano's. It is a Pizza and pasta place, so after the session we
head over and get our grub on. You really can't go wrong with just
about anything on the menu, it is something that I always look forward
too. After the meal we top it off with a Pizza cookie. It is a
cookie baked in a small pizza type pan top with ice cream, oh yeah!!
It is getting late so we say our goodbyes and hop in the truck, roll
out and head back to PHX. Once we get back to the house the night
gets capped off with Hypnosis, Wheelies, and Balancing Act off the
Dorkin' box set. These videos are always inspirational and it is good
to watch them all in succession like that. I love the Chase part from
Balancing Act. But, I completely forgot about tons of links that both
Kevin and Chase did in all of those. Dope!
As it all comes to a close...
So it is Thursday morning the same old same for me. I am up by
9:00am. I hit the Internet, check my email, run through the usual. I
then take advantage of the time and jump on my cruiser and make a bee
line to get some donuts and an ice coffee again. I also stop by the
local record shop for a quick peak. I don't find any "can't pass up
deals" so I head back to the house.
Richard needs to break down his ride for the trip back. So, we
make sure we are all packed and showered up and ready to bolt. I told
Billy before that he needs to give Richard a little ride in his car.
Billy has a sick Firehawk. So they head out to pick up the banner
from the shop. Brunch on a Thursday and I am with it. Another spot
of interest is called Harlow's cafe. The menu is pretty brunchy,
something for everyone and the wait staff is a plus as well. Shortly
after our meal Billy gets Richard and I to the airport right on time.
LAX bound, and another great trip in the books. That about covers it.
Oh and for the record, within 15 minutes of me walking into my
apartment. I get a text from Brett. "Pulled it!" Nice one. I knew
he would get it sorted out.