Some recent developments in the story of 6'7"s injury are as follows;
Colinas father who is actually a Neuroradiologist, took a look at the X-rays and CT scans shot of our boys neck after last weeks crash and said that it is a rarity that he sees pictures such as those of an individual who isnt paralyzed.
He will be making his way to see some specialists in the Bay Area this coming week to get the skinny on what, if any surgery will be required to ensure his eventual return to the bike.
With every day that passes, we continue to find out how lucky we all were that night, most especially the big man himself. The recovery will be a long and slow one, and Im sure there will be days that he will be climbing the walls, and wishing that he would just get better, but when compared to the alternative, and the unbelievable odds he beat, slow recovery doesnt seem so bad.

We here at Swobo want to offer the most heartfelt high five to 6'7"s guardian angel, who has recently taken a much deserved vacation, and our continued best wishes to the new man of steel himself.

Yesterdays Wednesday ride was the usual unplanned chaos, and was dedicated in whole, to our fallen soldier. The feats of strength came back around with a bit of wrist rocket expertise. Ryan took the top honors, with Demonika coming in a close second, killing the hell out of a beer can perched atop a sign at 20 paces.

The second feat of the evening was the two person downhill.
Two people, one bike, two winners was the bill.

The rules were simple. No dabbing, and wherever the contestants ended up touching terra firma with any part of their bodies, was where their race ended. Upon completion of the run, teams would then stop, and stand by their mark until all entrants had finished the race.

Ryan and I crushed all comers, despite Tristans objections that his team actually won, but due to the fact that they had left their stopping point, there was no way to say with certainty that they had in fact emerged victorious.
However, what was certain was that Ryans shock groaned in agony under all 360 pounds of us, and has since passed on to the afterlife. Poor little shock. We hardly knew ye.

The best dressed leg of yesterdays competition went without question, to this guy.

The rest of us never stood a chance.

Michael sent photographic proof that he cant do a high speed hair pin turn on a fixie.

Probably wont be doing any high speed tooth brushing, high fiveing, or push-uping for a while ether..
Another one bites the dust.

Now then, for anyone whos broke, and/or living near Portland, this event is a must.

What do you suppose it feels like to be slapped across the face with $666.00?
Ill bet it would be the sweetest of stings.
Truth be told, if I had the cash, Id probably throw some of it towards new Swobo colors.
I had no idea sheep came in so many hues.

For those of you residing on the lower part of the left coast, lest you forget, the Bicycle Film Festival has its next stop in L.A.

Photo by Tod Seelie

During your travels on the Double u, double u, double u, have you come across Tim the Masi guy?
Hes a swell fella who has some pretty cool insights. Stop by and say hello.

Alright then. Im over, and Im out.
Lets be careful out there, ok?