Riding vert is good for two reasons: Firstly, because it's massive and scary one isn't expected to be throwing whips and shit left right and centre, so a two or three foot air is in fact an acheivement. This is good because I can't whip.
Secondly, other vert riders we've met tend to be a bit older, therefore a bit friendlier than the salty font wheel dancing kids we all know and love (who may or may not have had their locks recently cut and now resemble a young lesbian).
Oh and as a bonus I get to wear my old Bell fullface lid again which I've had for about 10 years. Love that.
Obv Corby is a bit of a mission, so Caterham is the closest place really, albeit a fair bit smaller. There seems to be a good little scene there, which was surprising to us as we thought nobody really rides vert anymore. This guy, Paul Meacher, was there. The guy doesn't even look like he's pumping the ramp and goes so high. Totally rad, I've never seen a one-hander look so good (not pictured this time I might add). When I get more time I'm going to shoot a few more, from slightly more interesting angles, but here's a couple of lazy fisheyes for fun anyway. Oh yeah, those rafters.... pretty much as close as they look.
Yeah we've all seen nine million whips. They are totally legit on very though.

Condor

Booomm!

Textbook!

In other news, I should be getting film No.2 back from the 100 year old camera tomorrow. Odds on the pics all being softer than a fieldmouses cough? Pretty high, but you never know. If i'm feeling proactive I'll scan them in and put them up right away, seeing as I finally got round to buying a desk and all!
Also for those who care, I came one step closer to becoming a fireman today. Don't like to blow my own trumpet, but errr... toot toot!
Later yeah?
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