 | | | | | | | | | | | Tuesday
This was the day that we'd planned to go to the X-Dreams park in up-state New York. We'd heard loads of really good things about this place - basically, if Taj Mihelich says it's amazing, you go there.
To get to Rochester, we had to go through the border at Niagara, so we got to see it during the winter, where the continual spray from the falls means that it rains/snows 24 hours a day. Grant looked rough as a badger's ahem (see picture). Yeti bought some postcards of the Falls and before he could write them, Grant had drawn a cetain male appendage on the front of one of them. The only course of action left open to Yeti was to just write:
'Am in Niagra - the Falls look different than I had expected.'
F'nar!
We got stopped at the border by immigration and had to go and sign a load of forms before they'd let us in. Yeti was brickin' himself and Grant was winding him up by asking questions like:
'Why does it have the 'Cavity' box ticked on your form?'
Once through, it didn't seem like that long before we got there, but when we arrived, it was skateboard night. Arf. Unlucky. The guys were cool, though, and let us ride. That place is amazing, with lines everywhere (could have done with a few more hips, was our only piece of constructive criticism). Mike straight away set about killing the place, but messed up his front wheel bailing on a flip. 15 missing spokes isn't a good thing, so he and Grant went off to try to find a bike shop.
Me and Yeti spent most of the time arsing about in the foam pit - it was hilarious. Yeti was trying to finally learn turndowns, and I've always wanted to be able to do tabletops like Vic Murphey, so I was trying to dial those in. I know that people look down on foam pits, but I thought it was hilarious, and Grant assured us that they are also very comfy to sleep in.
Speaking of Grant, he was going off at the park and took it bad twice. The first one was going over the box, doing a trick that must not be named. The second time was tailwhipping into the foam pit - he landed funny, bending his spine backwards and apparently felt it go 'CRACKCRACKCRACK!' He was cacking his pants:
'I can't walk! My riding days are over!'
It seemed pretty serious at first, but he managed to walk it off and apparently he's now walking much straighter and people keep commenting that he's grown - extreme chiropracting!
Stopped off on the way back to get some arty photos. Ahhhhh.
Tuesday was our last night there, so we went out for another big session.
On the way to the bar, we bumped into a very dapper-looking young couple who knew all the tricks of the trade. The guy told us that if we go into some Chinese restaurants and ask for 'cold tea' very quietly, and give them a tip, they'll serve us beer in a teapot all night. After hearing this we got into a taxi and Grant started going (bear in mind that guy said we should ask subtly, and respectfully):
'Hey mate - do you know where we could get some 'cold tea?' you know 'COLD - TEA?!' You know - beer! Where can we get beer all night? Come on, mate!'
We ended up in some metal bar called the 'Bovine Sex Club'. It was pretty mental, but I was reeking and started to get paranoid because I wasn't wearing black and I thought I heard someone saying I would get beat up. Cue fast exit from the Jones and probably the biggest Chinese take-away portion I've ever seen on the way home.
Grant and Yeti apparently got taken to some mad club that looked just like a normal house on the outside and then got bought lots of free drinks. No sleep at all for the Dynamic Duo on the last night.
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