We’ll have our humble pie, then eat it, too.
Icy, dry, and windy describe the last couple months here in the Rockies. Without much terrain that isn’t blistered by moguls or glazed over by ice and wind-pack, we have opted to imagine back into existence our youth through riding parks. The video is so raw it could give you digital salmonella. But I’m putting it up anyways, for Randy and I to watch and laugh at. It’s not that Randy or I are really that bad, it’s more that my imagination had inflated how good I was actually getting. To see the reality of my progression is so humbling that it can’t but make me grin. Like many other areas in life, the imagination is a warmed up Snuggie that embraces my perceptions and protects them from frigid reality, allowing me to live comfortably and happily. It isn’t until someone turns a mirror upon that life of the imagination that I’M finally forced to measure myself by a bitter standard, i.e. Truth.
For all it’s worth, I hope any passers-through can enjoy the rough cuts as much as we do.
Cheers,
JCA
p.s. KFC (aka Keenan, is the red puffy-jacketed planker)
who is like Jason and Randy? who can make war with them?