I had been looking forward for this great say for almost two years. I had prepared everything that I needed form the basics of training and mustering new tricks to having my ride (BMX) well pimped. Though an old ride, I ensured that it looked good to go. And then I decided that I won’t have any brakes on it because I needed the bike to be a bit lighter so that my maneuvers may come out as natural as possible. I know that many may not be for such an idea, but basically it gives one the confidence and ability to explore some harder tricks.
I had been preparing all this time for a BMXers race which was to happen in our skating park. It is usually an annual event, but I couldn’t take part last year because I was not adequately prepared, and also when the event was taking place that spring, I was still in college. But this year, I was certain to be part of a colony of dare-devils who would be showcasing their different abilities.
That day, I was at the park early, and I was amazed to see different models of BMXes and riders who appeared all eager for the event. The proud ones who consider themselves to be pros, were there intimidating others with various tricks. Being the calm guy I always have been, I decided to take my time and peruse through the various BMXers magazines on display.
More Than a Roller Coaster
I busied myself as I waited patiently for the event to kick off. When time came for the preliminaries, we were all set. The race started at a slower pace, but soon it gained momentum. I loved how the various participants did every trick possible while at the same time riding at a fast pace as they could muster. I never wanted their tricks to intimidate me because I feared that my confidence could be eluded, so I stuck to doing what I was best at.
At the end of the race, I was among those chosen to go for the second round. This was the toughest one. The fun involved was more than a roller coaster. It involved show casing our best in the quarter-pipe structures. I loved how every rider who had proceeded to this stage did to prove their best. When my turn came, I was not left behind.
But I think I took all that to unsafe lengths. I tried the tabletop, which came out very fine and the wide applause could account for that. This made me go for the superman seat grab. I never did what superman does, instead, I fell on the ground with a bi thud, and that was the end of the whole competition issue. I got injured on the lower part of my back and had to pull out of the competition. Embarrassed and humiliated I might have been, but I’m looking forward for next year’s competitions. Maybe then I will be at a position to scoop something reasonable.