haha such a good photo..Look at everyones face.

haha *i believe i can fly...*

spiderman rides a bike?

Who does he think he is? Jesus?

Rider is Logan Bingelli i belive

the u.s open rocks

come to Papa, I'm gonna get you baby!

haha look at the asian guy on the far right

You see that rider flying like superman.

The guy in the back saying "you see that man?!"

Clearly this rider's got a lot of fans

Or else why would anyone give a damn?

You see he rides for KHS

And judging by this fall, he ain't the best.

He has mere seconds left before he hits the rocks

Let's hope he can get up and walk.

Falling down rocks aint no fun
expecially in the middle of your run
Ragdolling down because of a spill
really adds to the spectators thrill
All you have going through your head
is weathor or not you'll land and be dead
Only one second of loss of flow
leaves you with bruises and people shouting GO!

OVER THE BARS WE GO
this guy could end up in two
good thing hes sporting his five ten shoe
perfect example of why this sport is extreme
is he even on the KHS team?
good thing his gear matches
thats all that will be left after he crashes, and burns to ashes
his bike stops dead
hes going strait to his head
the power of diablos rock garden prevails
hopefully hes still down to shred the trails

He decided to ride like a cock,
So his wheel got stuck on a rock,
From the bike he flew,
A flury or red, white and blue,
And now he in hospital with massive concussion.


15 hour days and a bottle of red wine does not a good poetry mix make...

Rocky terrain?
Is It good or is it pain?
I think to myself as I am in pain,
that there is somthing in my forehead
Because of that darn Rocky terrain!

let me gus!you want to see the track from an other optical corner!for me pod pod

You see that rider flying like superman.

The guy in the back saying "you see that man?!"

Clearly this rider's got a lot of fans

Or else why would anyone give a damn?

You see he rides for KHS

And judging by this fall, he ain't the best.

He has mere seconds left before he hits the rocks

Let's hope he can get up and walk.

Damn, that fall will leave a mark

Courtesy of Diablo Freeride Park!

rock gardens can be a horror

especially for this induvidual

he can try to break his fall

but it wont help at all

he will still be sore

whats the score?

rocks 1, rider 0

racing through down the trail
to beat my old time
i see everyone watching, whistling, bell ringing
Ive got a smile on my face
As i am aimed for first place
Coming to the hardest part
my arms begin to part
through the rocks i roll
with no soul
near the end here we go
one last rock
uh oh
over I go

Come on guys: you gotta be joking! Did he get hurt in the end?

Oh no man not again,
my quest for glory has come to a crashing end.
everyone will see me fall from grace,
crashing right down the rocky garden onto my fullface.
i hear the cowbells ring and the crowd gasp,
knowing that the falling rider has met his match.
Diablo has beaten me yet again,
but racing is my inner zen.
there is no second thought in my head,
i KNOW i was born to rip and shred.

Connor.

The infamous one from earthed.

At the beginning of the race he was told to attack the rock garden.... Iguess he took that advice in the wrong way.

Stumbling and tumbling down the course before.
The petrifying rock gardenwhich fans adore.
Rolling up quickly to win forsure.
Untilhe gets to the gloomy wet garden of blood and manure.
From which previous riders have failed before.
Seconds did pass for him to find.
That one big boulder he could not climb.
As his bike stopped rolling he went flying.
Down through the rock garden full of blood and manure.
Thought to himself self another damn fail
Down in Diablo thats where.
As he hit the ground his body did feel.
The pain of the rock he could not subdue.
Heard a roar from the crowd and a few snapshots.
Finally what seemed like a lifetime of tumbling.
He jumped back on his feet to start rumbling.
Down the course to impress the meer people.
Maybe he will fly just like a superhero.
To take first place at the US Open.

heart's pounding in my ears,
overcoming in-built fears,
to take a shot at reaching my dreams,
a quick knock and i hear the crowd's screams,
the swoosh of air drys my sweat,
for battle scars i'm sure to get,
but in my mind knowing what to face,
next race,
next race.

The big hard rocks which stick from the earth,
Should by bike riders be given a large birth

For if you attempt to through them fly,
You will end like this poor guy

So take a tip from that spread eagle fool,
Give the rock respect or you'll end up looking like a tool.

Big rock, super fall
Great photo, says it all.

The ditch ate my wheel, I heard the crowd squeal!
As into the air I was blasted.
I did not place, but out of this race
It’s my picture, that’s lasted.

Here's to honor.
Get honor,
stay honor,
and if you can't come in her come honor.

I think if I flap my arms I may be able to fly.
But wait, this doesn't look good, am I going to die??

The crowd is all their, everyone looks alike.
In the end, no matter what happens to me, I hope my bike is alright!!

Wait what am I saying, I am sponsored still.
So take that suckers, I will have a brand new bike after this spill!!

I've flown these wheels a hundred times
Dropped hills seeking thrills - nearly been killed
So pity me not as I meet rock today
We've met before, in roughly the same way.

Acquaintances as ours are hard to come by
Every minute hated, each moment spent seperate
Reminding me that I am indeed alive.

So pity me not as I meet rock today,
The pain I suffer is going to be repaid

For one to fly, he must earn his wings

gnarley crash

..a crowd of "Mr. Bill" faces! LOL

Love all the poems guys. That was great!!

look at the look on the chinse mans face he is in a red tee shirt

One fine morning, sunlight was pouring, and I thought, "What a beautiful day;
to take my bike, to the top of a hill, and let my wheels spin away"

So I hopped in my car, there's a park that's not far, away from my house, you see.
My ride smelled quite vile, due to the pile of Jerseys, pads; elbow and knee.

When I arrived at the park, it was practically dark with throngs of people around.
I rolled down my window, and caught caught a ring of an old, familiar sound.

"Cowbells!" I thought, "I'll give it a shot, thought I haven't raced in a while."
I unloaded my bike, and quickly walked, to the ticket booth, with a smile.

But as I rose to the peak, my courage did leak, like the putrid air from a tire.
I hadn't quite got, as I'd previously thought, the skills that this race required.

I sped down the trail, and my nerves, they did fail, and I slammed into a rock at high speed.
I soared through the air, and almost didn't care, that soon, a body cast I would need.

offt:O