...and a nice ear infection, for which I am taking Ehyrthromicin, a scary antibiotic that sends waves of nausea up and down my throat unexpectedly. Three times a day I swallow the large oval pills embossed with the letters EH, and wish I was out riding trails with the sun beating down on the brown dirt and tall, green grass. The trails seem pretty damn far away now, though.

Josh Romian helps steady this wobbly rail for Lino Gonzales to fufanu on; Over the Boarder skatepark in Southbridge.		Riding indoors is the only way to go. Gabe Kadmiri hanging 5 in his secret riding area up in snow-covered Vermont.		John Kinicky: 1-handed X-up in Southbridge, MA. I think I got the rider name right, but I know I spelled his name wrong.

Sometimes I feel like if I do another feeble I'm going to throw my bike out into traffic and just let it lie. Street riding is great, but when there's snow everywhere and it's 15 degrees outside it's downright nasty.

Skateparks are the same way, when the walls start closing in on me and I'm blowing out grey boogers, coping with asthma using a sputtering Ventolin inhaler. It's good spending all my money on admission only to ride in fear that I am going to run someone over, or worse, get in Biz's way trying to ride a box jump two hours away from my house.   next »