meth mouth mayhem.

Bridgewater didn't suck as bad as anticipated. But god fucking damn, someone needs to move there and be a dentist.


James Carozza's ex girlfriend gave us these directions. They included a note to kick butt. Once again, we didn't look at the directions until we were way off course. Luckily, Bridgewater is the same distance off the Thruway as it is from 17. Now only if Googlemaps didn't lie as well.

We took a detour through Albany to get milkshakes at 5:30am because they were on sale.

Fucking quitter. On his next lap, he flipped the gate.

Everyone brought there dogs with them. Dogs are awesome.

John saw a fire in the third turn during his second moto. His first instinct was to stomp it out. Once he stomped it out he punched the ground alot, broke his knee.

Al Cayne don't give a fuck. Xup with the narrowest bars in the world.

On this particular run, my top speed was 42.5mph. My unofficial top speed for the weekend was about 45mph though. Shorts and a tshirt.

We slept 11 hours.

Kids kept eating shit right infront of us.

Hancock and I were in different race's this weekend, so we both got 1st place plaques. Here we are in practice.

Hey Becky, John fucked up your car.

Not only was Al Cayne the only one making moves after the first turn, but he went from 8th to 2nd in his main while running over a cone. I guess leaving his janitor keys on the bench made all the difference.

She said she didnt have time for a picture with me. We got it anyway. Her boyfriend is not psyched.

This was most of our drive home. Fucking shitty.
The Gallery.
The files.

Now go do some sprints and eat healthy for the grands.

Ronnie Gaska: Temporarily fucked.

Stolen from www.ronniegaska.com:
"As you may or may not know I have broken my left leg and severely bruised my left shoulder during the running of the Masters class main event on day 2 of the Music City National in Nashville Tennessee. The leg injury is a Tibial Plateau Fracture which is really more like a broken knee. The doctors have not evaluated my shoulder at this point due to the severity of my leg injury but I do know that no bones in my shoulder have been broken. After getting a second opinion it has been decided that the injury to my leg is far too serious to chance letting it heal without surgery.

I have been scheduled for surgery at St. Charles hospital on Saturday, July 26, 2008 at 8 AM. The surgery will include the addition of a metal plate and some screws that will hold the broken section of the bone in place (an internal cast) so that there is no guessing at how the bone will heal. There are also some floating bone fragments that will need to be removed. The surgery will be followed by 8 weeks in a brace with 0 weight being applied to my left leg, followed by physical therapy.

I was also informed that there is a good chance that I will lose some range of motion in my left knee. I was told that I would not even be able to think about riding BMX for at least 6 months and that it is possible that I will not return to the level that I was at when I got injured.

They tell me I will be in the hospital through Sunday, possibly Monday and that I will be in excruciating pain.
I will try to post updates as frequently as possible.

Thanks to everyone for being positive and being there for me!"

I'm pretty sure I speak for everyone when I say you're gunna be in my thoughts this weekend dude.


He's going to be making this face alot.

NYPD.

This was Eric Hayden in 2001.


This is Eric Hayden in 2008.

Follow this link for the story and video.

http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/story?section=news/local&id=6285351

Rain.

Been raining and shit all week.

This was Chris and Ronnie Gaska's weekend.

Here is the story:

Since I was hurt for Pa., and nearly perfected at the Shoreham regional, there was no reason for me to do the Bethel race. And since Gman needed another race, why not check out Tn. The only reason I wanted to go was, A. to see Jack Daniels place, which you couldn't drink anything on Sunday, and B. to get a cowboy hat, which I got, but at a gas station for $12.99.
So I got this sweet deal on orbitz for about $500 which included rental car for 4 days, air travel, and 3 nights in a hotel. Things were looking pretty good. Then Ron calls and says he might not be able to go because his boss had a heart attack at work. Fearing that I might be a lonesome cowboy for the weekend, Ron suggested that I write a country song about it. Luckily Ron was able to go and no song has been written yet.
On track again, I was stressing about the $100 fee for bringing a bike on a plane each way. With bribery my only weapon, and the fact that it has never been successful, I wasn't feeling paying $200. Luckily, with the new system where you have to pay for extra baggage, I was able to elude NWA with my "3/4 Length Leather jacket garment bag." $75 bucks back in the pocket!
So everything was cool, got the bike safe, got the car, then I head over to America's Best Value inn. After upgrading the room to two doubles instead of a king, I learned that $100.38 was the total for the 3 night stay. The upgrade cost another $60.
Hotel problems: Half dead roach on the floor, his buddies trying to sneak down the fan in the bathroom, must have got there heads chopped off, custom TV stand made of TV, airated sheets custom from cigarettes, cobwebs to trap teradactyles, broken table, balcony with a chair from a Freddy movie with custom window only access, dirty sheets, dirty towells, dirty ladies working the joint, and people cleary old enough to buy cigarettes, asking to buy some off me.
Racing: Gman does well, makes mains and gets everyone talking about him. I overheard Holmes, Richardson, and Becerine talking about Ron during practice. The gate was a little slick, before they grip taped it, then dremmmled it. I made the main on Saturday, but the slow guys left for Sunday and I inherited the trait.
Sunday, Ron gets a slow start put picks up a ton of speed coming out of turn 1. He crossed paths with O Show and down he went. I think that if he wasn't clipped in, he would have put his foot down and destroyed the whole leg. A tibular plateau fracture will keep Ron off the bike for a bit, missing the grands.
Luckily Ron made it out of the hospital and we made it back safe, but minus my bag that has my clothes, electric toothbrush, clipless pedal shoes, and my $12.99 cowboy hat.

See you next weekend

Chris


This was there TV stand TV.

We listened to a whole lot of Gwen Stefani.

Find Tom Bivona.

Tabletops.

Real mellow sessions both days this weekend. Kinda weird. Next week the trail crew is going to Catty, and Panamoka Racing™ is splitting up and going to some races. Thanks Rich, for photos from Saturday. I don't even have any sarcastic captions today.


Nick.

Dave.

Max.

Ronnie Gaska.

Vanilla Ice.

G-Unit

One Sunday a few months ago, Tom Bivona showed up to Shoreham with an old copy of BMXToday that was in mint condition, with an article about BMX tracks. I made fun of him for having old, mint conditioned, BMXToday's in his basement. He said it was Gaska's. I gave Gaska shit for it.
Turns out, I have piles of old BMXToday's in the basement at my parents house, and this is a gem I found in one of them.

Click on that photo to see the bigger readable copy of the article.

What the fuck?

BMX is fun.

4th of July weekend. Trails, party, thats pretty much it.

Ryan Hoey. Proper Table. Wedge Jump.


Zober Whip. He got fucking worked later on in the night.


Zober and Steve ran a sick whip train.


Brien Shoemaker keeps heckling me to update. He just went to lunch.


Ryan Nyquist, eat your heart out.


There is no such thing as a stupid picture
Just stupid photographers



Watch out for the edit on www.RyanHoey.com



This happened to me on the fucking roll in. I'm disappointed.



It was either Saves The Day of the Get Up Kids.






Zober, after going down the slip and slide, and a little to much to drink. Hardly Sober.


Tom Bivona came out!



I need to turn that fucking wheel.


Style like a mother fucker.

Here is the Gallery
Here are the files.

Random shit from the last few days.

Is there anything not awesome about this?

Ben loves them supermans.

This was how I packed for South Park.

Fact: I am more of a pussy about taking my feel off now than I was 10 years ago.
Cape Cod.