Owie

Ouch....

I got beat up pretty good today when I tryed to catch some air at the Seven Springs resort downhilling course. I'd been doing fine up untill the 8th run down the montain when I took an alternate ending trail that I thought had one big jump. Turned out there were two small jumps and I was booking it by the time I hit the second.

When you crash you don't remember what happened or what exactly when through your head before you hit. It all comes back to you about an hour later including a couple snapshots of before your head hits the ground (fortunately I had on a helmet).

I skidded maby 20 feet, part of it on my bare back because my shirt pulled up. It hurt alot.

What happened was when I hit the second jump (which I thought to myself as I did: "where did THAT come from" because I thought there were only two) I was going way to fast and slammed down on my seat which I now need to replace. As I sat down in a hurry like that all the momentum transfered to my legs and threw my feet off the pedals so I was completely helpless as I attempted to fly for the first time. I've now decided flying should be left to professionals and birds. When I touched down my bike bucked me forwards over the handlbars as it swung to the left and got in front of me somehow. The single thing I can remember seeing of the crash was a frame of my hands out in front of me pushing my bike away as the ground rose up. Then I hit and skidded following my bike. Yeah it must have been pretty spectacular to see (and there were witnesses). Fortunatly all the good bikers there were probably thinking "yeah I've done that" if what my buddy tells me is true. I personally don't think that any of them were and were instead laughing at me but I really don't care.

I'm going to put pictures up but not of the worst bruise because it's right above my boxers and the only picture I have right now includes the boxers in all their polkadotted glory.


To give you an Idea of the worst bruise I cropped the boxers out of the picture, It's at the base of the lumbars on my left side. It's two and a half inches across and three high and it hurt like hot fire.




Oh and BTW: I'm going to go do it again when I heal.

Give me a shout

Yeah if anyone still reads this give me a shout and I'll keep going with it. I may not have much time but maybe just maybe I'll make it a point to post more than once a year.

C.M.

Not dead!

I'm still alive.

Yes as hard as it is to imagine I am not yet dead. My absence for blogger has been strictly because I got out of the habit of writing down my thoughts and opinions for all to read.

Recently however two comments have been added to my semi dead blog and I felt the need to continue writing if for no other reason than to let people know that I live.

The Fiish

New year

Well to those that still check my blog: Sorry I've let you guys down for so long.

Happy new year every peoples!

I spent today takeing apart a swing set and pouring a concrete slab in our garage/lean-to on the side of the house. We figure we poured about a cubic meter of crete. Now this ain't "quick-crete" or any of your American time saveing type of concrete, this is the real stuff. Given we didn't have to mix it by hand (we have a cement mixer that runs on a small motor) but we did have to throw four buckets of gravel, two and a half of sand, and a bag of cement powder into the contraption every load not to mention keeping it wet enough that it wouldent clump to the inside of the mixer and dry enought that it wasn't soupy. Then we had to pour it back into buckets to pour it into the frame we built with a couple boards. So we got half of the job done and have one bag of cement powder left from the origional pile of ten. I hope my dad dosn't try to tackle the other half all by his onezy. It's a real job.

So I'm tired, siting here at the computer copying dvd'z (shhhhhhhh) :P. I bought them anyway, I'm just makeing backups for me to watch instead of depriveing my dad of seeing them.

Going to be heading back to the states on Wednesday afternoon. Sigh! I don't want to go back to school... I feel like no matter how long I live in the US, "home will alwayse be here in the Caribian. My second home will probably alwayse be Perkasie PA and my third Belton SC.

When I was a child I acted like a child, I played like a child. But now that I'm an adult, I am forced to join the world of adults. It's not a pretty thing.

Happy new year, Hope you all have a good one.

The Fiish, Achmed, and Caleb.

Bert the Pladin

For a while now I've been playing World of Warcraft. It's fun but the funnest part are some of the people who play it and some of the faults in the game.

Me and my bro are going to embark on imortalizing these faults in a cartoon strip that we intend to post on the Blizzard website. This is a work in progress and right now we're just brainstorming, but soon we'll get to prduction. Mainly I'll be the script wrighter and idea thinker since I have no real artistic talent. That's where my brother comes in, he'll be bringing Bert, as we've dubbed the main charcter, to life.

Well that's all for now.

The Fiish

Hershey

Wow, what fun!

I went to Hersy park yesterday with my brother and Jermy. We had a perfectly grand olde time. The rides there were great. There was one that rockets you out of the terminal at an acceleration of 0 to 72 mph in 2.5 seconds. That's bloody fast if you ask me. They had some wooden ones that were pretty fun too. On one of the feet-dangly kind we got front row, a truely awsome experience. One of the tricks to rideing a coaster right is that you cant think of it as somthing that could possibly kill you because it just ruins te whole thing. I like to imagine I'm a fighter pilot going at mach 10 without a windshield :P.

Overall rateing for Hershey park: 9.99 and three noses out of 10.

I take off the .01 because of the long lines the fact that a guard, instead of asking me to step out of his way when I hadnt even seen him comeing, grabbed the arm of my sweater and pulled on it till I moved.


Untill next time I post.

The Fiish

Wake up call

My room mate has this nasty habit of sleeping through alarms.

I think I may have a solution: I got an alarm for my computer that will open iTunes and play a designated track.

The particular track I chose was "Fly From The Inside" by Shinedown. I think that could just about wake the dead, especially when It blairs out of my computer at full blast.

The Fiish