Flatland used to be about balance. You'd do a trick in one spot and work on balance and timing wasn't a big part of riding. Back then you could ride almost anywhere, really. Then came rolling and scuffing and suddenly flatlanders were on a mission to find the perfect lot. And what would have the makings for a perfect lot? Long, flat, smooth? Blacktop, concrete or pavement? We tried alot of places and I have ridden some great spots, but I am partial to concrete, outdoor-lit and covered. Just about every flatlander is constantly on the lookout for a better lot, whether they're aware of it or not. The way many guys dream about running their hands over the breasts of a beautiful woman, we dream about running our tires over a beautiful lot. It's an affliction that most people cannot understand. I have spent 18 years playing the game while most people told me to grow up. I day dream of riding the perfect lot, covered in the blood of my vanquished foes, pulling trick after trick while cheerleaders chant my name and flash their legs. I ordered my hub, today. It is blood red. Anyone see a pattern here?
~J