Random As Rhyme

My friend Chijioke (brought the most hits via google to my blog in December) who I wrote about before is officially on Volume/Demolition through Ten Pack distribution so props to him. He shreds.

Now If I can only get him to sign my frame (it’s one of his old ones).

I have no love for this car I am about to write about. In my opinion its stupid, ugly and pointless. Should the owner find this, sorry dude it’s not my taste so I am going to tear it to shreds. Props for doing your own thing or whatever and I hope its lighting fast to make up for it looking like dung.

Here we go.

Take a look at the outside:

The paint either looks like really faded rattle can flat black, or really dirty rattle can primer. It’s pretty hard to tell cause I doubt its been washed lately. Either way its not doing a damn thing to make the car look better and if this person lived in a climate where it snowed this car would rust to bits.

The hood also appears to be growing some sort of fungus or something and the front bumper is held on by zip ties for no reason other than the owner is probably a hack who couldn’t be bothered to put it on right.

The headlights seem to be replaced with a dual set of fog lights, which is no doubt a down grade from stock performance, and they fit and look like garbage.

The rear quarter panel, which is made up of over fenders with fender flares to accommodate the wide but still really ugly wheels, draws your eye to a weird green thing hanging off to the side.

What is that?

Well that is some sort of weird side-pipe/motorcycle/boso hybrid bull going on. I don’t want to fathom how that sounds, or how illegal it most likely is. Awful.

Continuing down the path of non sense brings us to the interior.

Originally when I saw the first picture posted on bikeguide I thought maybe this was a drift car/track rat.

However upon viewing this picture I realized it was someones daily driver because there is no way in hell a rational person would go drifting or tracking with all that garbage floating around the inside of their vehicle.

The last thing someone needs on the track is a plastic bag full of god knows what smacking them in the face then spilling its contents under the floor to roll underneath the brake pedal.

So why the driver needs a racing seat and a removable steering wheel i will never know, and as to what happened to the center console and dash? Well they probably took off running in the night to find a better car to end its days in.

This car is all around terrible, I honestly can’t find one thing I like about it (I don’t know any motor specs however).

I don’t like it and I don’t get it.

What happened to people modding up cars nice and clean?

Here is a 240 with a little class (and a silvia front end).

This week I thought I would write about something I always wanted that my best friend growing up had. These situations where always pretty tough to deal with, I mean on the one hand you loved your best friend.

He was the one who convinced you throwing tennis balls at your neighbors IROC-Z to set off the alarm was a good idea, then ran and hid while you got in trouble.

He was also the one who said your endo sucked so you went faster and went over the bars and knocked out half your tooth.

He was the one who helped you throw snowballs at local neighbor hood girls ruining their self esteem forever.

Ya Andrew was awesome.

However when it came to this one thing, he had it I didn’t, I secretly hated him for it.

What was it?

Behold!

Voltron!

At the time, I don’t think I actually watched the original Voltron on tv, or knew much about it. [Note: The person talking in the intro is Optimus Prime or Peter Cullen]

Actually this might have been a hand me down from his older brother. Regardless, it was an awesome toy.

Apart it was 5 lions like below

But together it was the fantastic robot you see above, so really it was six toys in one.

It’s combined physical size of it meant that in our action figure wars waged in VHS tape built battle fields, my Ninja Turtles where easily slain, and even my beloved (and later stolen) Power Master Optimus Prime was no match for the might of Voltron.

So he pretty much always won I might have even created a no Voltron rule at some point just to save face.

While I pretty much needed Voltron in my army, I don’t actually recall asking my parents to buy me one,or trying to buy one myself. For some reason I had it in my head that Andrew would grow bored of it one day and give it to me for being a loyal friend, and then glory would be mine.

Obviously that never actually happened, and sounds idiotic today, but I was young and dumb, as opposed to being old and dumb now.

One day I will probably purhcase a Voltron figure off ebay and and it to my collection of 80s toys that is currently made up of mostly Transformers, but until then. It’s something I have always wanted.

Harmonica Beat Box

FUTU Props Commercial

Fresh Prince of Bel Air Gangster version

Hip Hop Timeline

Are you serious?

No Pooping!

NES Varsity Jacket Is a Limited Edition for a Reason – Gizmodo

Slammed Delorean

I hooked up the hose, ran water through the engine, started it up and was waiting for the water to come out clean (The engine never went above idle so I was told this would be ok).

Cocaine, Meth, and Crack all the sudden become legal. Do you do it?
fuck! I’d probably stop doing it. What fun would a meth binge be if that shit was legal?

The car should not be driven. Aside from the things necessary to move the vehicle under its own power, very little is functional. The engine block was originally machined in January of 1967, making it clearly not the original. No other engine diagnostics were done in light of the obvious determination that this car will not be restored.

While writing last weeks blog about BMX all around the world I was pretty stoked to see videos of people around the world shredding. More so than your normal videos of Americans and Canadian guys tearing it up. However it was when I watched the video of people in Jamaica riding that the wheels in my head started turning.

I started asking myself questions:
How do they get parts?
Are they new or old?
Do they need parts are they expensive?

Before I go on the reason I am focusing on Jamaica (first) is that, for those of you that don’t know, my family is from Jamaica. I am actually the only one in my family that was born in Canada, and while Jamaica is a beautiful country they don’t share the same luxury’s as you or I (assuming you live in Canada or America).

It is hard to get a handle on whether Jamaica is a third world or second world country (as that term seems to be falling out since I took world issues) or a developing nation but the fact of the matter is Jamaica (and Jamaicans) as a whole as bigger things to worry about than building a BMX scene.

Regardless of what the country’s current national situation is there are riders and there is a scene.

Whether the number or riders is 10 or 1000, I realized that I am privileged enough to be in a situation that I can help them, so help them I will.

So I got in touch with krashtestdummybmx via you tube and asked a few questions, mainly about the scene and how hard it was to get parts, his responses are in bold.

That’s right there is enough for me to want to help the scene out, but it goes on.

So not only is there a scene in Jamaica, but there also seems to be at least one person who’s heart is in the right place to help build it.

In my basement currently sits a parts box, the parts are in great working order, some near new condition. Most replaced because I am lucky enough to be fairly well connected and I get parts for great prices.

Usually I sell these parts for next to nothing or give them away to riders who I think can put them to good use.

Normally it works out, but sometimes I give them to people only to find out that they sold it and purchased something else, or that it was the wrong color and sits in their basement now. Not only is this not cool, it also doesn’t help out anyone.

With this in mind I am now working on getting a mailing address and sending the contents of my parts box out to Jamaica free of charge.

Once I see that the parts are being put to good use I am going to turn to my friends and ask them for their “worthless” parts and send those as well.

I will start small and see what happens, I have ideas on how to grow this idea but I am going to start with one rider at a time and see where I end up.

And thus this is my project I have dubbed Selfless BMX.. giving parts to riders who NEED them, for the love of the sport.

I will keep writing updates as I go to keep those of you who are interested informed. If you would like to help send me an email thetrailpimp@hotmail.com

If you would like to keep updated on the project check out my blog Random As Rhyme for updates.

*without speech*

The maid came around on the weekend and tidied up things around here a little bit so this blog functions a bit better as it gets more popular here are some things that were done.

Share Widget Added
HR from smashing magazine added to separate posts
Categories page cleaned up
Titles fixed

I also took a peek at the stats and here is what I have found out:

Average Visitors per day is 20
Top Referring site is bmxboard
Top searched keyword is: bosokou cars
Most Viewed Post: BMX In Action – 1987
Their are 53 comments in total and the story about my first day with ps3 has the most comments.

I would like to say thanks to everyone for reading and expect more great posts to come. I have lots of ideas and the wild wild internet keeps me fueled when I am running low.

Help me, help you, make this blog why you get fired at work.

50 visitors a day for March?

When I first started riding I thought BMX was pretty much a North American specific sport. Naive I know but I was pretty young (14) and didn’t really have anyone to tell me any different, I assumed other countries had better things to worry about than riding kids bikes.

Over the years thanks to more media coverage I realized that BMX is pretty much world wide. Thanks to vimeo and youtube it’s much easier to find footage of ridiers all around the world.

So I compiled a list of videos in places that you would not immediately thing ‘BMX’ and posted them here. Enjoy.

New Czech Republic

Thailand

Russia

Germany

Shoe-G has been holding it down in Japan for some time

Hong Kong Rider “Milk Boy”

Jamaica

After posting all these videos, mainly the Jamaica one, I got to thinking how hard it must be to get good current parts in some countries.

I think I am going to look in the old parts bin and send some of my better condition stuff over. I can’t imagine what it would be like to get a straight set of bars for free from someone in another country with the same interests as you.

These posts have kind of evolved from just things I always wanted, to things I always wanted and what I really got. However that’s a mouthful so I will still call them Things I always wanted just somethings I will also talk about things I really got as well. This is one of those times.

I have mentioned before that as a kid I loved remote control devices. Cars were my main vice but I also  always wanted a remote control plane. They were so alluring, being able to something from a kit that you could one day fly. and fly them.

I was really into the big ones like this one:

That thing looks pretty real and is big enough that you could probably send a small child, or maybe a cat up for its maiden voyage.

Living near a Hobby Store also meant that this want was pretty much unstoppable. I built a lot of model cars so I was in the shop quite a bit. I quickly realized that the planes were way our of my price range. 249.95 USD in today’s prices gets you an (electric) kit, but you still have to buy the radio, motor, charger, batteries, damn.

All I had at this point was an allowance no job no hope.

So I looked at the ghetto version, the control line plane. These were basically the first controlled model plane. Strings attached to a handle that adjust pulleys which effect the height and pitch of the plane as you walk in a circle. This video is a good example if you don’t really understand.

They were pretty cheap, I think my dad bought me one for $100 bucks or so all said and done. Rad. So I put this thing together and took it to my local soccer field (probably not allowed) and set off to learn to fly it.

This was actually the exact one I had:

I think their may have been instructions on how to learn but I either didn’t read them or they didn’t exist. Whatever how hard could it be right? Famous last words.

The day I decided to learn to fly it was particularly windy I remember, and I crashed the plane with the quickness.

Since the plane was held together with rubber bands, it exploded on impact. I fixed it fairly easily though, but I could never get the motor to run again. I tried for a year solid but no luck.

So I put it away and it was never really seen again.

Until a few years later when I did get the motor running I took the prop off attached a gear and tried to put it into a radio shack remote control car to make it gas powered.

It started up and the gear box exploded with similar quickness as when the plane hit the ground.

I then figured the whole shit was cursed and gave it to a friend who I believe made a fan boat out of it or something.

Even after all this I still want a remote control plane. However after writing this I am curious about whether I could fly a control line again.  If I do get a new one expect a blog about it.

Here is some poor schmuck doing something similar to what I did.

I feel your pain man.

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