Pack 'em in & glide.

The Sarge is a determined guy. He'll do upright standing manuals all day long and then take the time to give directions to a couple of flatland loving girls in a sporty little number that roll through the JoeJoe lot. I'm telling you, they were all up in his business but no mind: Paulie is of a singular mind when he's around his bike. "Girls? Blah, I don't need one, I just need to dial in this Juggler." You have to love that kind of determination.

Daryl is so damned smooth. It makes me think I'm trying too hard. Every trick I do seems like such a struggle. Daryl just throws up his bike all snappy-like and rolls around without even the hint of the effort it actually takes. Hey man, thanks for buying my bars.

Justin will chuck metal. It's true, he'll grind it, J-Stall it and just generally "test the structural integrity" of his bike whenever the opportunity presents itself. I'm stoked on his front wheel combos. They look so complex, sweet shit.

Here's my new weight saving technique for flatland: Instead of spending the extra $9987398739873.00 dollars on all titanium parts that'll save me 14 ounces, I'm going to the gym for a month.

J-Money was missed this evening. We have to get you out on your bike at least a little bit more, homey.

Tomorrow I meet "The Hagness" for the first time. It's looking to be a good sezchuan. More inspiration, more determination. It's key.