.: Bio :.
Height: 5'8" something
Weight: 172lbs
Age: Old.
.: Bike :.
Stock Blue 2002 Norco VPS Drop.
Favorite thing to ride: Whatever makes the rest of the crew look twice and head the other way!
Famous Quote: 'MEDIC!!!'
Notes:
Clayton is the current holder of the crash trophy. He hasnt crashed alot, (recently... ed) however, when he does though they are SPECTACULAR.. And usually cause long term injuries.
.: Mostly True Tales from his Riding Buddies :.
I hooked up with Clayton (aka Crash King) last Saturday for some urban riding downtown. After tooling around English bay, our search for stairs, drops and skinnies led us to the Plaza of Nations. There's a large rock with a line onto it coming from within the garden and we were showing off our skills for the girlies. The weather was perfect and the girlies were plentiful. They were shy so they walked by "pretending" not to notice us.
The backside of the garden had a small hill that ran off onto a staircase and then to some big retaining wall type stones which were also stair-like. I rode the hill and hucked the stairs without a second thought but locked up the brakes in a panic stop to avoid impending doom on the other side of the retaining wall. The large blocks of granite were laid in an offset brick pattern. The entire "staircase" was about 6 feet high, well over my drop limit and had 3-4 inch jagged gaps between them. I stood there contemplating, scooping out my shorts while I pondered the gonzo line ahead of me.
Not too long after, Clayton, my crash advisor, came aver and started razing me about not being able to find a line.
"Right there!", he says pointing to a nice line about 14 inches wide with no gaps in the stonework. I still couldn't figure out the weight transfers and positioning needed to negotiate the irregular surface of the rock and requested further instruction.
Without any hesitation, he started toward the "pit of doom" from no more than 3 feet. The top and second step were no problem but the third had a bit of a scoop shape to it and grabbed hold of Clayton's front wheel. It's amazing how much forward momentum one can gain with a 3 foot head start. The Crash King was launched gracefully over the bars, completely cleared the stairs and pulled off a 5 star belly flop on the concrete pad below. The bike followed his path and landed more or less on top of him. From where I was standing, it looked as though he was level with my feet during the super man so that's a spectacular fall but this is not quite good enough for the Crash King. The concrete pad at the bottom was covered in greasy slime since it's right on the tide line. Foul smelling ooze was thrown up by the hands as they broke the fall and the inside of Clayton's brand new full face helmet was filled. Having to roll around a bit to get out from under the bike meant that he was covered from toes to temple in this beach muck. Took about a half hour for Clayton to strip down to his skivvies on the beach and rinse the outerwear. The muck was gone but now he's wet... and very, very stinky. Another wash in the McDonald's washroom didn't help either.
All in all, it was a great day. The Crash King retained his crown and I get to scope out the babes and practice some trials. I'd go again.
