Well it wuz like this, you see. I was out there on this dead cool track 'n makin' air on da berms like there was no tomorrow. An' all me mates from BikeRight! was dere, and sum of dem was like doin' really cool stuff aswel, an' our big day out was gettin' really sick wiv track cyclin' as well as BMX an' Moutain Biking an' all dat speed 'n flyin' around an' generally gettin' high on how cool we were ridin'.
I mean, look at me, man, it couldn't get cooler than that, eh? Me same age as Granma peltin' down dat ramp an' over da boards. Phewww-eeee!! Gimme five!! Gimme fifty-five! I am hammerin' an' yammerin' an' whammerin' dat BMX til I gonna fly!
Den guess what - I did fly, up in da air an' crash down an' smash me own pelvis where the line is on top of the P in the pic. Yup, I got given some luvverly gas'n'air to take me to hospital, and den it was crutches for Christmas. 
I'm better now, but no more BMX-ing. Back to sensible road biking, commuting and touring.
Tootle pip!!
