 | |  | | | | | | | | | This year's BSD 'Howl-O-Ween' Jam once again made me proud to be a BMXer in Scotland.
Grant and his bevy of imps and demons had decided to do things a little different this year, with the Jam being held in the afternoon (1pm - 7pm) with the first ever Scottish BMX Awards being held in Sleazys after.
The whole thing was nuts. Mass carnage. Me and Rob arrived just in time to see the paramedics closing the door on Colin Weir, who'd KO'd himself with a 540 to face. Gutted - I'd wanted to see Colin, but not covered in blood and bruises being loaded into an ambulance.
Here's what Colin had to say about the whole thing:
I looked up to the top of the big quarter and remember seeing Grant and Bill Minns working the mic and then...absolutely nothing. I was out cold.
Turned out to be a night of firsts for me. First time completely KO'd and first time in an ambulance. I seem to recall waking up and having Chick and Tom Nunn carry me out to the ambulance but I was later told I was stretchered out, so who knows. The ambulance was weird. For all I knew I could have been in any random white van with any random guy and my mate Graham, but thankfully it was an ambulance and a doctor, so bonus for me.
All I can really remember was being in a state of complete confusion and also wondering how I managed to knock myself out from a 540 when the fall didn't really feel too bad at the time. This story is kinda baws because I can't remember much at all, I can't even remember getting out of the ambulance or what the hospital was like or even what the doctor guy did to me. I did however get my head x-rayed for any fractures etc and was sick into a wee upside down hat-shaped bowl. After a while of lying around feeling dazed and confused, the doc phoned my mum and asked her to come and pick me up. I then had to sit around in a stupid little chair (cause some other character needed the bed I was in) which was murder to try and get to sleep in.
My mum and dad arrived and took me and Graham back home so I could finally get the sleep I was so desperate for. Fergus brought all my stuff including my bike over to my house the next day and admired the shiner on my left eye and feebly tried to explain the rest of the nights events. That was the short and rather baws story of my blackout at the BSD Jam.
Cheers to Tom Nunn, Chick, the ambulance man, Graham, Fergus and everyone else who helped me out but I was too wrecked up to notice you.
Cap'n Colin Weir
Cheers, Colin.
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