Dunno. Nothing has prepared me for the Little Man coming of age. I rode my first singletrack at the ripe old age of like 23. Dude is 5. Ripping it. Rolling it. Feeling it. Stubboarn and all that on his RIGID FUCKING SINGLESPEED. Core, to the core. Lord knows...where he will go and what he will do. Be it said, that if my regional jet to Utah goes down tomorrow, I will feel complete. Sated. Even, stoked. I got this far, and that's a miracle. God bles syou Q-Dog. And your stubborn nature and energy and lust for life. May it ever be thus.
I just love how he's always biting down on his tongue.... :-)
Posted by: Andrea Lairson | May 15, 2012 at 11:15 PM
That reminds me of a Gary Snyder poem, Axe Handles:
One afternoon the last week in April
Showing Kai how to throw a hatchet
One-half turn and it sticks in a stump.
He recalls the hatchet-head
Without a handle, in the shop
And go gets it, and wants it for his own.
A broken-off axe handle behind the door
Is long enough for a hatchet,
We cut it to length and take it
With the hatchet head
And working hatchet, to the wood block.
There I begin to shape the old handle
With the hatchet, and the phrase
First learned from Ezra Pound
Rings in my ears!
"When making an axe handle
the pattem is not far off."
And I say this to Kai
"Look: We'll shape the handle
By checking the handle
Of the axe we cut with-"
And he sees. And I hear it again:
It's in Lu Ji's Wen Fu, fourth century
A.D. "Essay on Literature"-in the
Preface: "In making the handle Of an axe
By cutting wood with an axe
The model is indeed near at hand.-
My teacher Shih-hsiang Chen
Translated that and taught it years ago
And I see: Pound was an axe,
Chen was an axe, I am an axe
And my son a handle, soon
To be shaping again, model
And tool, craft of culture, How we go on.
Posted by: steve halvorson | May 16, 2012 at 09:58 PM
Good Luck for your first competition. :)
Posted by: Surf camp costa rica | May 19, 2012 at 09:46 AM