I visited a Target store today in a suburb of Rochester, NY (no, that’s not the end of the story…).

It was my day off, and I could not think of a single thing on earth I wanted to do, so my next idea was to do something totally normal and see if that gave any inspiration. I figured I’d walk around, look at about six-million things neither I nor anyone else needs, maybe buy a shirt and a few apples (they have groceries now, you know…), and definitely buy some expensive hand soap.

Shirts went better than I expected. I got a few OK tank tops, they were on sale (or at least that’s what the sign said) and one of them isn’t even black. After trying them on I went back to grab a second one, and came upon some boys.

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Preparing for a volatile interview on the new ‘The Come Up‘ BMX website (in 2007…), I had a very specific idea for the opening photo, and Ben Pritchard shot it perfectly. Rest in peace.

“You can lead a horse to water, but cannot make him drink.”
You can save sheep from slaughter, but cannot make them think.
Left to their own, most will never know;
Left to OUR own, like weeds we will grow…

This good idea wouldn’t die… It just slept quietly, waiting for the right time to wake up.

We’re all looking for something; When our sights are set too low or we’re always viewing the next bar as too high, we very well may never find it. When the search ends, development halts, and our true potential looks down on us and laughs, knowing there’s no danger of us reaching it…
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I played lacrosse when I was a kid. I liked it, I was pretty good at it, and it made my parents happy. When I was 11 I came across a BMX bike riding magazine at the grocery store, and long story short, everything else took a back seat to the compulsion I had to find out as much as I could about this unique (and at the time, bizarre and unconventional) culture. The imagery was brash and bold, the players in the “game” were wild and looked like people you might be afraid of if you saw them walking in your neighborhood; I couldn’t get enough. The idea of “convention”, while I probably didn’t define it as such at 11 or 12 years old, changed immediately for me. The stability and simplicity of team sports (and the just-add-water social circle they often create) stepped aside to make way for a path that didn’t make sense to anyone but me…

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Whether it proves true or not… The only other option is… to follow. FTW.