Simon joined road.cc as news editor in 2009 and is now the site’s community editor, acting as a link between the team producing the content and our readers. A law and languages graduate, published translator and former retail analyst, he has reported on issues as diverse as cycling-related court cases, anti-doping investigations, the latest developments in the bike industry and the sport’s biggest races. Now back in London full-time after 15 years living in Oxford and Cambridge, he loves cycling along the Thames but misses having his former riding buddy, Elodie the miniature schnauzer, in the basket in front of him.
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Too long and the constant screaming and mindless shouting is irritating as hell. Cool though
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Hmm, you might want to come down to the skateparks or racetracks in Brixton or Peckham or Dagenham or Hayes and try to say that out loud. I doubt you'd like the the reaction you'd get. Alternatively, you might want to come to any of those skateparks or race tracks and keep your own counsel. Either way, you'll certainly revise your opinion.
Most of the BMX racetracks I've been to in the UK are located in rather less fashionable areas of cities. Skateparks are rarely in upmarket areas as well. Not many of the BMXers I know are poshies, myself included.
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I started this expecting a sinkhole style drop in (given his past exploits, not beyond the realms of possibility).
BMX has progressed so far now you become numb to how skillful it really is. Amazing how daft you have be to make a video that makes any impact these days.
Not a bad video, just needs editing down to about a minute - preferably without the audio.
Christ I must be old dudes, like totally ancient, rad, dude, insane!
That made no sense to me, at all, rad! total! insane! like dude!
That was sick! Or wicked! Or wired! Or Shredded! Or insane!
Stop saying Reservewire.
Top bants, what lads!
SPOILER ALERT: they don't ride 'down' it - that would have been well cool.
What they do is have a peak into the abyss, then walk to the other end and ride their bikes along it from the outflow, and get a bit mucky, then play in it like a damp half-pipe. No-one even attempts a 360.
in other words, exactly what me and my mate Kent used to do of a Saturday afternoon, bored shitless in rural New Zealand, me on my Healing Malvern Star, him on his Grifter.
Except we didn't have HD cameras to make what was basically a bike ride seem like a Red Bull Rampage-in-waiting that never arrives.
Sorry if I burst anyone's bubble, but please feel free to use the 20 minutes I just saved you to do something useful with your life
Thanks for that, I didn't get far before the kiddies pissed me off and I lost interest!