The contest just ended, it's drinking time, the whipping and flipping storm is over. As we're all taking our breaths and packing, an anonymous rider comes in to riding the bowl.He obviously don't give a shit about competitions...And what if this the solution? Ride for pleasure and Nothing else?What an utopia! What if competition was actually killing us?Pro flatlanders usualy throw their bikes away when they miss a trick, when other riders are ready to give their bike so one of them can finish his run. And then there are those who don't hear from but who actualy keep things moving..And of course those who got over it, and now ride for themeselves.
Trail Spirit, is the best, No Doubt.