BMX Tuesday

The second BMX tuesday was shaping up and I dug out of work as soon as I could. Scat, Risu, Ckucky, and myself met up once again at Ckucky bicycle storage. I had my pieced together Chase, but in keeping with the theme, I borrowed Scat’s 20″ BMX. Jeff was also there with a freshly built up S&M. WOw, 20, 24, and 26″ BMX was all represented! We eventually cruised out to McBike since Risu had to go to work. Once there, we checked out some of the Redline BMX’s hanging on display. Dang, just how old are we? Talk about regressing! Isn’t this what we did as “kids”?

There is something to be said about cruising about on little single speed bikes. It is fun. We leave McB and head to Ala Wai to check on the little jump that used to be there. The palm trees there were totally gone, a crater where one of the stumps was. Not much fun there, we continued on the bike path, to find that it’s still closed off from the sewer work. Detour along Iolani and come out across from Kaimuki. Dead Guy track calls.

Dirt oval, three overgrown kids on BMX bikes? Of course sillyness ensues. We set up in a line, and the race is on! This is a flat oval running track with a dirt surface, quite squirrely. Ckucky is out way in front in the hole shot. After getting our lungs back somewhat, we decide that 3/4 of the track is too long. We give it another go this time stoping at less than half the lap. Pretty amusing. Next, of course we have to do a Chinese fire drill and swap bikes. Every successive race we seem to be getting closer. Fourth heat, Scats on the 20 incher he lent to me, and Ckucky is on Scats bling 26″, and I’m on Ckucky’s 24″. Scat is pounding it hard and in the middle of lanes with the lead, Ckucky is not far behind on the outside, and I’m in back on the inside as we approach the turn. I see I’m actually gaining on Scat. We are all out in the turn and I can feel the bike squirming in the loose dirt. As I gain on the inside, I can see Scat is pounding, and with the speed is also drifting outward. Ckucky is now quite close and is on a tighter vector in the turn. In the dark, the next thing I see is Scats bike disappearing from under him. Carnage! Scat is down! I shoot past to steer clear. We all can’t help but laugh as we stop and check on Scat. He’s kind of laughing too, but also grimacing.

He is not unscathed, but it’s hard to see anything in the dark. This ends the shenanigans and we cuise over to the high school grounds and ride past all the continuing education night classes. Thankfully because of these classes, we find an open bathrrom. Scat cleans out the scrubs, not without colorfull coment. Oh yeah, nice one’s! So it’s back to McB where we can exchange war stories and check out Scats wounds in more detail. 

Oh yeah, that’s gonna smart in the shower! What better way to console the wounded than to eat pork miso rafute at Hide-chan. We are treated to a bonus of awesome salmon salad.

An uneventful ride up the hill taking hooligan route against traffic brings us back to Ckuckys. Gotta admit, these rides so far have been entertaining!