Too bad. For what it is, Bigfoot is a fun place to sharpen and test your skills. I have gone up there the last two nights and dirt jumped (alone) and moto’ed around linking jumps and rollers into some really fun, challenging lines. Of course the dry weather has taken a toll on the jump faces. But luckily no one has been jumping the bigger set, so they have remained intact. Bumpy, but intact.
While riding last night, Loonatic called from New Orleans and had me laughing pretty damned hard. Sometime ago (about 5 months), he had his dirt jump bike stolen from the back of his truck. Fast forward to yesterday. He is helping a friend change the fuel filter in his F250 and out of the corner of his eye he sees a fella riding a bike that looked almost exactly like his. In a flash, he jumps up and takes off running in pursuit. Keep in mind Loo loves flip flops and needless to say they didn’t last 20 feet. As Loo explains it, “I was running so fast, they just couldn’t keep up”. (It is a well know fact that I don’t wear flip flops for just such reasons.) However his barefoot run helped in the end as they silenced his approach. So for 2 blocks on hot and gravely Louisiana asphalt Loo stalked his perp and at just the right moment he pounced. He knocked the Mexican from the bike and in a rage of justice he took his bike back to a chorus of jeers and laughing from the neighborhood porch squatters. I can only imagine the pride Loo feels in finding his DJ bike in near mint condition after so many lost months. Awesome!