Mr.Dolecki how are you on this pretty rad autumn day?
It's sunny out and above 50 degrees- no complaints here.
Age/Location:
Lost track of my age after turning thirty in the early 2000's; Philadelphia.
Favorite Local Spot To Shred?
FDR, and my neighborhood. The rating of what's particularly "most favorite" rotates with each day.
Favorite Spot Of All Time? See trails question below, but you can also include a town pool in NJ, FDR which is probably my favorite concrete park of all time, and then there's my neighborhood, which the entire neighborhood is at this point becoming my favorite street spot of all time.
Ghost Grinds In Pools?
Always, whenever possible.
Trails or Rails When It Comes To Photography?
Both, as they both command equal respect, riding or photo-wise. Trails or rails- as anyone who's gotten killed on either knows, you can never under-estimate them.
PA Woods or Northern New Jersey Trails(W.B in 2002 was so wild)?
The 'Bridge was my local trail spot for about 10 years, and was probably my favorite place ever to ride (Thanks to Alan Moy, Steve Kaczur, and countless others who dedicated so much time to them) By the time I moved to Philly 3 years ago, all the OG dudes had stopped riding and there wasn't much of a scene left at the trails. It was kind of depressing working on a section, leaving on a trip for two weeks, then coming home to see that the section was all washed out from rain and having to start the process all over again (Tarps really hadn't come into normal trail maintenance yet), especially when there wasn't really anyone else at least riding and enjoying the work I put in. The last few years I lived near the trails, that scenario repeated itself multiple times. Not to mention riding the trails 4 out of 5 times by myself those last couple of years wasn't that enjoyable- for me, trails are only real fun when riding with other people, and a hell of a lot less scary. So once I moved to Philly, that ended my time working on the trails. It's good to hear there is a younger crew of dudes along with FTH's Chris Barry keeping them going and building some new stuff; I'm actually going there today. So after that long- winded explanation, and to answer the question- PA woods are now my preference when I'm not traveling, it's not raining, and I'm not hurt (this year, that meant a whole 2 days of riding there, ha ha.)
Where Is Steven Kaczur?
It's been a minute since I've seen K; he's taken his love for BMX over to custom choppers. K was one of the most dedicated trail builders ever, and always fun to go on trips with. We've been on some crazy trips; the Argentina one like six years ago was probably the craziest.
Brian Foster On A Roller,or Brian Foster Locked Into A Pedal Crook?
Anything BF does looks smooth, but I might have to go with a roller, since he's been making that look good for over 20 years.
How Hard Is It To Juggle Riding,And Shooting,Especially In Places Like Costa Rica? Not hard at all; I just go to the beach.
Worst Ball Up While Shooting?
I usually have something to do with that; see top five records answer...
Someone Should Replicate The Asbury Park Pool Soon Shouldn't They?
That's a trick question; It can never be replicated.
Top Five Current Records:
By me? They all probably involve being late meeting up with people, or the extended amount of time taken to set up for some photos.
What Does BMX need Less Of?
Frames with short seat tubes, and baseless opinions/ inflated egos that have become ingrained in of some of the media lately.
More Of?
Motivated people putting in work to help make more stuff to ride, be it street spots, trails, initiating/ helping get concrete parks built, or even if it's just drying up a puddle at the local park after a rain storm.
Thanks For Your Time Rob Dude,Go Easy
Sword Heaven provoking the gods from Ralph Lindsen on Vimeo.
sword heaven at matchitehew assembly (chicago) june 5th, 2009 from acid marshmallow on Vimeo.
Krallice are a USBM act who have been making huge waves in the scene,their S/T was great and here is their newest release,enjoy!
Krallice - Dimensional Bleedthrough
Been just dicking around with some short stories and what not, read it you'd like and have a pretty doom and gloom mindset the vast majority of your post teenage life,this is a true one here with some name changes due to me not being a dickhead:
(its kind of sad and personal,but so is real life.)
Her glasses sat on her forehead resting behind the wheel,had we crashed? She had been behind the wheel all night,the back seat very quiet on our way across the great Keystone State and into the Urban/Cornfield death maze that is Ohio in route to our destination,Indiana. My fourth least favorite state. Normally we'd be all talks and smiles. I really had some sickening,"I made a huge mistake" type feeling in my gut. See over a year had gone by since our last journey and my feelings were the same. This was an war I could not win. She was the Nam to me when it came to not ending in utter defeat,mental anguish,and most importantly failure. You see failure is one human emotion that I know quite well. You see I've never handled these things in the manner that they should be handled. This was and is a happy go lucky female in the prime of her life,and here I'am some mid twenties pothead with a weird obsession with scratching my beard. The ball would never fall in my court and as we reached State College it finally had dawned on me. You will never get what you want. The trip went on,as I continued to pretend to sleep,not to cry,and all the other things you wouldn't expect a grown ass man to do in the back seat of your good friends automobile. I was alone,aside from her friend next to me,and some faceless dude in the front seat,who I didn't even think had a name who ended up being the enemy in this battle. The defeat flag was raised. I had lost. But I hid my pride best I could and pressed on towards the Midwest for four days of Hell. I wanted to sit her down and tell her how I felt for over a year now,sure I had dropped hints on my feelings but never went for it. She was too kind,too perfect. And I was just a piece of shit. I wanted to let her know that I'd never let anything bad happen to her,and I'd love to just fucking hold her hand and kiss her on the lips and just say,"Sorry."
Why say sorry? Because she meant the world to me,and I knew that she would never know how much she really meant to me. Fuck the trip,and fuck the details of my constant heartache. She is moving away in a few months probably forever. As long as she is happy,then I guess that Im happy to. Just for her,I'll remain alone and miserable probably until my death. I've had too many almost and fuck you's in my day. Throw in the towel at 24? Who knows,I just wanted to write this in case she reads this and realizes that I loved you,and im sorry I wasn't there when I should've been. I guess what Im trying to say to the readers,sometimes its best to let something you love go,than to let it destroy you and your liver day after day.
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