Fuck.
A dream has been shattered. The Medic Blood Bank ledge has long been a goal of mine, and in the last few weeks, my bike control has really gotten better, so I felt up to the challenge. 12 stairs of steep, brick ledge. Only 2 have done it, and one of them was a pro at the time. I go to do it and find that there are now light fixtures which prevent the grind. Barring some serious vandalism, I have to hang it up. I was a little bummed, to say the least.
So I went home, took my bike off the rack and rode at the ramp and nailed a perfect stalled icepick, and even threw in a stylish little hop-in to boot. That felt really good. So, now I set my sights towards a different goal...get through the trails. 3 jumps, each bigger than the last. Then there will be nothing left for me here in Knoxville.
So I went home, took my bike off the rack and rode at the ramp and nailed a perfect stalled icepick, and even threw in a stylish little hop-in to boot. That felt really good. So, now I set my sights towards a different goal...get through the trails. 3 jumps, each bigger than the last. Then there will be nothing left for me here in Knoxville.