Some people like football. Some people like swimming.
I like riding my bike.
I’ve always lead my life not wanting to do the norm. I guess it all started from my dad really… the influence he’s had on me has shaped me into being interested in anything which has an engine and wheels. Nothing else in the world gives me the same feeling as going fast, and being scared, but getting a kick out of it. Dad took the stabilisers off my bike when I was three and I haven’t stopped rolling since. Around the age of 12 I got interested in mountain biking, and did a bit of cross- country. Around 14 I got a better bike, and started messing around with digging jumps with my mates. After a while I realised BMX was for me. I’ll ride street, I’ll ride skatepark, and I’ll ride dirt. I’ll go too fast or too high, I’ll crash, and I’ll fucking love it.This was back home a couple of summers ago.
Now since coming to Sheffield for university my world of bmx has been shook. With a city on your doorstep and a sweet skatepark, the sky is the limit. Everyone down dev (devonshire green skatepark) is sound as fuck too. Sometimes me and Jon (mate who lives at the top of my block, also rides bmx) just go down dev for a chill.
Anyway. Three weeks into being at university…
Took a landing nose heavy, went over the bars into a handrail. No concussion surprisingly, but there were some agonising local anaesthetics and 7 stitches.