Monday, July 27, 2009

an excercise in futility

The weed problem at Birdland is beyond comprehension. I'm sure in your mind, without seeing it, there is no possible way that it is as big a deal as I make it out to be. I know I'm prone to exaggeration, but seriously...
I hit this jump last week before I went on the road and almost ate shit off the side of the landing because I couldn't see it. Just to put it into perspective, this landing is over four feet tall. These aren't just regular old weeds, either. My weed whacker barely cuts through the leaves, leaving giant stalks. If you pull them out, it leaves a big hole in the jump. Weed killer would probably take care of the problem, but that shit is so toxic I hate to use it. My kids and dogs run around all over out there. In an act of desperation, I bought a friggin' machete. It didn't work very well, but it did help to reduce the giant bushes. I spent some time this morning working on clearing the way and it sucked. Did I mention that I am allergic to literally every weed, grass and tree in the book? And I have pink eye. As my boy Artie Lange would say, "Waaaaaa".
I've also been trying to dig in the miniscule amount of free time I've had lately. Building new jumps, taking out stupid ones and making other ones bigger. Again, mother nature is hating me because it is so dry, even with my 500 feet of hose, that it is twice is much work to build anything. Adding a foot to the height of a landing sounds simple enough but in practice it is a huge undertaking and an excercise in futility. Again, Waaaaa. Whatever, I'm stoked to have jumps and the ironic part is that the jumps themselves are in good shape and running super fast.
Birdland jam in August? Stay tuned...

2 comments:

spadesandflats said...

those weeds are monsters, the jumps look nice!

TEAMSANO said...

try keeping jumps running in scotland..