Die uberpost, ja?

(Managed to do this on the way to the train station to meet everyone in London - over the bars 'cos of a hub slip, with 2 heavy bags on my back led to a pretty dramatic 'pinned down on my hands' powerslide for about 10ft. Good times...)

Man, that was an awesome trip. Gate-crashing 'secret' Nike street jams (And winning 20euros for the first line I did on the trip ;-)) and BBQs; seeing the new Eclat stuff; seeing the WTP HQ; going to the People's Store; seeing half of Taliban Tom's head get set on fire; getting Jason Phelan's run taken off live TV; seeing amazing riding happening; being in another country (ended up hitting up France, Belgium, Holland (Stayed in Rotterdam for 2 days, there's some aaaaaaawesome street...), Germany and Luxembourg); Noggers; falafel wraps; afterparty rumours; "Schnitzel schnitzel!"; road rage; Chris (Hotwheels TM) riding into someone on a cycle path in Rotterdam, then Jason Phelan riding into someone else immediately afterwards 'cos he was laughing so hard at Chris; exploring new cities - it was all pretty amazing.

Funnily enough though, despite the whole premise of the trip being a roadtrip to the Masters comp, I think that all of us (Apart from Jason) spent at most about 4-5 hours at the Jugend Park. First thing I got to see was Colin Mackay snap some knee ligaments literally right in front of me. Prime. We lurked by the miniramp for the Braun Mini Pro finals and that was pretty much it. I don't think I've ever been less interested in seeing amazing stuff happen right in front of me. The lack of creativity or originality was pretty shocking. I did, however, get to see Taj do a trademark uuuuuuuultra stretched one foot step-thru over the second jump on the pretty fun looking dirt course though, so that sorta made up for it.

Either way, I'm still trying to get myself together after getting back from the trip, so normal service will resume shortly...