edward_h

I am a man, twisted by my intention, a prisoner of my mind. Nowhere am I more true than on the summit of a mountain , facing down a single track trail on my downhill mountain bike. Full body armor , full face helmet , googles, ipod, gloves , and my partner. A last smoke of green to cool the nerves, I look back at my partner " Burns" . I can see the look of fear and excitement in his eyes. I nod , he nods . My foot lifts from the ground, I fire my two canons , i drop in . The trail we ride is unforgiving, at speeds close to 45 mph on a trail no wider than a foot or two. I am now a king of the mountain . Shredding through the trees over rocks and off lips of ten foot drops , my canons firing , all thats left behind is a trail of dust. Its starts to get technical , I'm now riding a bucking bronco , a duel-suspenstion cowboy. My grip is iron. The single track opens up to a fire road , downhill vert increases and so does my speed , the side of the turn is banked 8 feet high , I ride the wall , I can feel the gravity pulling me down as I enter the bank . I see a opening of the next single track I fly in , a sharp right , a drop down , my left handle bar nips a sapling , the front wheel turns to the right , as I going flying over the bars at 35mph I slam into the ground , my shoes both go flying off, my body bounces like a rag doll , I can feel the blood flow down my leg , I stand, look for my shoes , as I put them on my partner comes rolling up, there is a grin on his face , I not the one that usually falls, back on the paddles we finish the trail. Its cost me 5 stitches. But there isn't anything sweeter than a puff of that brown sugar when your really in pain. I wonder if my mind made me fall , if this was self inflicted. I've been hurting myself an awful lot lately . I don't have an answer. But when the Dragon bits my arm it doesn't matter , I start to feel warm than the love, I don't know how much longer I can keep living this lie. A small tear rolls down my cheek. If I die a least I'll know I went by my choice. fuck the rest . I lived this downhill dream all over the southwest and California. For years I was know as DownHill Duff , I was a summer mountain surfer . Just another one of my addictions becoming one of my obsessions falling into a dark dream that is my life. welcome to my downhill revelation