37, 32, give or take a few.

Mike Erb, that dude is out of his mind.

It’s incomparable to any place on Earth I’ve lived so far. Austin, Boulder, Denver and SoCal, the people are slightly less foul looking, but Binghamton folks are not as sick as the fat people in Louisville. Greasy food and bourbon take their toll, but so does meth I guess. I’ve noticed there are more people per capita than most cities that use Lark personal scooters as transportation, not just for medical reasons. They are everywhere here, people just cruisin’ around enjoying their day.

Obviously Binghamton, also Louisville, Austin and some other places I can’t remember. Oh yeah, a whirlwind trip in a giant circle around the country in the Shitluck veggie rig that was somewhere between 7 and 16 thousand miles depending on whom you talk to. I’m attempting to travel as little as possible, especially since I’m going to be traveling to Taiwan a few times a year for work.

On a Stingray with a sprocket, chain and a rear cog, it’s nuts how much a drive-train makes sense to propel a bicycle. I think I’m into it. My first BMX bike with box style bars, knobby tires and a double diamond frame was a Black Diamond. I got that thing in ’76 or ’77. The first stunt I tried was jumping a plank on a cinder block into a sand lot, I endoed and went OTB onto my face in a patch of sand spurs. It didn’t dawn on me that I’m not very good at riding BMX bikes until a few decades later when I jumped a 4ft. long set of doubles on the last straight in a race, endoed, cased front wheel, went OTB, knocked myself senseless, broke my collarbone in two spots for the fifth time and ripped my shoulder off. I was fat, out of shape and had no business racing a national. BF used to call it eating your crossbar when you are struggling down the last straight exhausted, I was nibbling mine like corn on the cob. I was in fifth place out of six people.

Current, as in young? Chase, Cam Wood, uhm, if I meet them and they aren’t too stupid, arrogant or irritating, I’m into them regardless of radicality on a bike. Pretty rare.

Timmy Judge was a bad ass, and he’s from Florida. He invented the one-footer and he had amazing style. Dave Clymer, I rode with him more than anyone when I went through a phase where I was almost decently skilled on a bike. He was ahead of his time and not a whiny pussy. BF is arguably the greatest all- around BMXer, ever. And even though he’s God like, he’s not cocky, arrogant or a douchebag, very humble and down to earth guy.

For some reason my computer is full of crappy music, so a lot of crappy music, it kind of bums me out.

I rely on hanging out with people that listen to good music. Neil Diamond puts me in a good mood, and his sideburns feather directly into his hair to form an ear shield.

2-Hip Obsession, not the whole thing, just ronw.’s section. He’s wearing red jeans, a Dr. Seuss Cat in the Hat sweatshirt, and it looks like he crawled out of a dumpster. BMX needs more ronw.. Ride or Die!

A quality bowel movement, seriously, I like a good poop.

All of them, there’s nothing like how knees feel 15 years after you blow them out, love it. I will probably be cruising on my own Lark by decades end.

A hangover. I keep the rubber side down and the injuries to a minimum these days.

Coasting down a giant, winding hill. I’d love to ride trails, but I’m realistic about my abilities, or lack there of.

Dark Days, Stevie, I just bought Borat, but I haven’t watched it yet.

No, I don’t pay attention to what he says. I only have so much brain capacity, and I don’t need to be any dumber. I’ve got a lot of work to get done.

Smokin’ J’s and throwin’ tabes.