Figured I’d start a nu thread for little bike posting
This has since been finished with a different sprocket/driver and brakes, but it’s the only picture on my phone. Was gonna ride it this past weekend but ended up with a migraine for most of Sunday so this coming weekend will be the first ride.
older pic of my bike. same parts now but more beat up. it’s sunday complete with some parts swapped, nothing special. I killed my heel bailing last sunday, super frustrating cuz it still hurts like hell and i was riding a ton and feeling great but hopefully back on this bike soon. Might try to do some easy grinds and stuff where there’s a low chance of landing on my heel.
I’ve always been interested in the bigger BMX bikes that still ride like a BMX, as opposed to one of the corny SE Flyer 29ers. If there was a solid aftermarket I’d probably be riding a 22" since I’m really just here for the pump tracks and dirt jumps, but it’s 10000x easier to stay with a 20"
I’ve been thinking of switching to a 22 or 20. Going to ride it a bit before I do anything. You can feel it’s bigger when trying to spin, but it’s still pretty nimble
finally got feeble smiths. Semi consistent on this baby ledge, less consistent on bigger ones. Doesn’t look like much, the smith is pretty short lol, but it took a while for my brain to figure these out so it feels good
I’ll keep my bmx posts in here and not litter the other threads with the insane ramblings of an old man on a kids bike.
I finally made it to the track after work for gate practice. It was a weird mix of white trash motocross bros and loud teens. Pretty miserable atmo
The track is fun but holy shit I got humbled quick. I got three runs in, one at what I’d consider full tilt for me which was still slow as fuck, and I was gassed. Like glasses fogged over panting like a dog doubled over trying to not die.
I can’t find a light long sleeved jersey baggy enough to contain all my flab so I was already feeling self conscious, then slowly puttering around the track feeling like I was in the way made it even worse.
So I packed it up and went home defeated. I made myself spend an hour on the treadmill then did 40 flights on the stair machine to punish my shitty body.
Between you, me, and the fence post, I like sitting around in the woods with fellow out of shape losers jumping over dirt piles more, but after building a stupid race bike I’m in it for at least one season.