He could hear the loud buzzing of his hub as he flew across the bridge, weaving around a pedestrian and sliding around 90 degrees to line himself up to take off up the road.
When he got to the opening in the forest, he hopped the chain between the two posts, separating the suburbanised concrete earth with the raw terrain, and landed on a floor of fallen pine needles. It wouldn't take him long, but it was always good to have an adrenaline rush before dinner.
He always loved this time of year, when it was hot, but not unbearable, the ground was still damp, which made riding conditions in the forest perfect, there was still the new year and Christmas to look forward to. There were days to stay inside and play guitar, and days to go for a ride, days and their activities were all determined on how the sky felt that day.
He never did care much for video games, he doesn't own any consoles, or computer games.
But he did love music, it was his escape, when he couldn't rely on anyone else to lift his mood, he would push his earphones into his ears, the soft squish, when it was in his ear securely, instantly shut out any outside noise, and at that moment, also shut out any outside thoughts, dramas, distractions and people. The music had to be loud, and bassy, the full noise with both earphones in
And when he was home alone, he could play that music as loud as he wanted, the subs shook the floor and walls, he can could feel the vibrations in his chest and feet, always making him move, something subtle to begin with, tapping his feet or bobbing his leg up and down, he would drum on walls and tables, closing his eyes and just doing whatever the hell he thought of at that exact moment. Music was everything.
When he plays his guitar along with the music, it's like he is part of it, a contribution to the magical sound, singing at the top of his lungs, putting all of his effort into every strum, every chord change, muting of the strings, every solo, riff, melody, he was part of it and he loved it.
There's something special about making your own music
His riding was more than a hobby, it's a lifestyle. Though devoting every second of everyday to getting better was something he could only dream of.
There is no easy path to being the best in any sport, he would fall, and bleed, and bruise, and break, but he would get back up and try again. Finally landing something that you've been trying to land for so long is the best feeling, a feeling of accomplishment, where practise and failing finally pays off, but you can't just do it once.
He always liked this interview with a basketball player, he felt inspired
- Today someone came up to me and said, "I shot 15 hoops, and I didn't miss one, how did you do?"
I replied with "Actually I missed 15... But I shot 100"
It taught him never to rely on short streaks to say that he's got something dialled, it taught him to keep practicing, even when you think you might have it down, the more you practice, the less chance of failing, it taught him not to rely on chance, and to make sure you know you are going to land it
This is what he lived by with his riding, practicing every aspect of it, wherever he was, to perfect every movement.
You can build a brick wall in a day, or you can lay a brick, as perfectly as a brick can be layed, every day, and soon, you will have the most perfect wall that you could have possibly built
Riding was another escape for him, in the forest, or at the skatepark, completely different terrain, concrete and dirt, with completely different bikes, completely different styles of riding, and completely different sets of skills for him to master
He dreams of being the best downhill mountain biker in the world. But he knows that won't happen.
If you are not the best at what you do, practice, when you become the best at what you do, find someone better, and practice...
There's this girl, she means the world to him. He doesn't know what love is, but this is as close as he's ever been to maybe feeling something like what he thinks love could feel like
She is the most beautiful girl on earth to him. She makes him happy, all the time, she doesn't even have to be talking to him, even just the thought of her made him smile
He cherished every memory, every laugh, every conversation, every kiss, every moment, and he looked forward to anything that will come next.
She is the only girl that he's ever had feelings for that he can be himself around, and he's never had feelings for anyone as much as he does for her.
She is the centre of the universe, and the burning core in every star that makes the night sky sparkle, she is the forest that he rides through and the music from his speakers, she is the strings of his guitar of which he strums to a song he has written for her, she is the most important thing in his life and he would do anything for her
She doesn't know how much she means to him, he wishes that he could tell her
He reminds her at every opportunity that she is beautiful, even when she doesn't believe it.
He could sit for hours, listening to the sound of her voice, of her laugh, and stare into her lively blue eyes.
No matter what way her hair falls, it still seems to work, no matter what she wears or applies she is still the prettiest girl that he has ever met.
He tries to treat her like a princess, but he doesn't know if he is or not, but he is trying his best.
He worries about her, he can tell when something is wrong, even when she tells him that everything's fine, even when he doesn't say anything about it, he knows something's up, but he doesn't want to sound annoying, just in case there really is nothing up.
When she is sad, he is sad, he feels so helpless and he wants to make her happy again, so badly, but sometimes, he can't.
He wishes he could rock her to sleep, and kiss her on the forehead telling her that everything will be okay, he wants to let her cry into his chest, but he is miles away from her at night.
He would give up his whole life, to make sure hers was perfect.
She means everything to him, and he would never do anything to hurt her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he would be a fool to let her go.
She gives him the most amazing kisses and cuddles.
She gives him the most amazing sense of happiness and company.
She gives him the spark, to write songs, he has written many songs, and countless lines about her, and one day, he wishes to sing them to her, to play the guitar and sing her a song that he has written all about her.
He doesn't know what he would do if he lost her, because she is his world, and she is perfect, to him.
(More soon)
Hahaha no ones gonna read this but I don't really care, if I have a watt pad I might as well use it 😂
