Mental masturbation

Flatland is an enigma. It is the thing you see no PBS and wonder why anyone would devote so much of their life to it's pursuit. Bmx in general has dominated so much of my life and flatland has dominated so much of my riding that I can't stand the fact that someday I will be forced to stop completely. I have endured so much ridicule from people for riding a "kid's" bike and alot of flack within the BMX world for riding flatland. It's silly. Not to whine, but flatland enjoys few of the positive aspects of BMX (versatile terrain, numerous skateparks, numerous dirt jumping locations) and all of the negative image (security guards/cops assume you're grinding things, getting kicked out of everywhere). But I don't care because I derive so much from riding. Flatland has provided me with a way to grow in ways I can't put into words. It is self-confidense, exertion and self-expression on dubs, yo. In my view, everyone is on the outside looking in, while we flatlanders are inside, riding a smooth matte concrete surface in a lit, air-conditioned wearhouse with really cheap vending machines stocked with Dr. Pepper, microbrews, various energy bars and mp3's.
~J