Deviltwenty

Oleg, table.











Oleg again, x-up.











Oleg yet again, nice turndown.











Me, nosepick, photo by Wilson.












Me, twizzle, photo by Wilson.











And again pleeeease.. me, backrail, photo by Wilson.











Wilson airing.












Wilson airing some more.












And just to prove airing is not all he can do, Wilson, twizzle.











So we rode Horsham today, me, Wilson, Mark, Oleg and Arab.
Wilson's inexperienced at travel, spends almost his whole time riding at Woking, but he loved Horsham, even twizzled the box, and a few high airs, but his wheel became mechanically depressed.
Mark sessioned the picnic bench, and Oleg was his usual proleg self with his tweaks and turndowns, being a little cunt as always, learnt over toothpic chinks and did a 540 tap, oh what crazy stuntin'ness.
Arab was busy making plans, I haven't a clue what he did, but I did twists and sucked at anything remotely tweakish, did one of those wall nosepick things and pegged that micro mini backrail, think I did alot of my run away from my bike stacking maneuvers too.
Mark and Wilson went home and us triplets stopped at Crawley, where we witnessed some high speed brakeless guy do a Timmy off the mini ramp, he hit his head so hard, it was scary, guy got up and fell over, then got up looking like he would fall again, I rushed down and helped him stay on his feet, said he felt dizzy, his friends come over, he's spitting blood and his friends are telling him he needs the hospital but within five minutes the guy is back on his bike like nothing had happened. He was scary to watch, he was so close, so many times to doing it again, then he rode the rest of the park and did the same thing on a quarter, somehow missed his head that time.
Arab did some garret bonks to icepick chinks and then we left, I wonder if that guy is still alive...