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This year's BSD 'Howl-O-Ween' Jam once again
made me proud to be a BMXer in Scotland.
Grant and his bevy of imps and demons had decided
to do things a little different this year, with the Jam being held
in the afternoon (1pm - 7pm) with the first ever Scottish BMX Awards
being held in Sleazys after.
The whole thing was nuts. Mass carnage. Me and Rob
arrived just in time to see the paramedics closing the door on Colin
Weir, who'd KO'd himself with a 540 to face. Gutted - I'd wanted
to see Colin, but not covered in blood and bruises being loaded
into an ambulance.
Here's what Colin had to say about the whole thing:
I looked up to the top of the big quarter and remember seeing
Grant and Bill Minns working the mic and then...absolutely nothing.
I was out cold.
Turned out to be a night of firsts for me. First
time completely KO'd and first time in an ambulance. I seem to recall
waking up and having Chick and Tom Nunn carry me out to the ambulance
but I was later told I was stretchered out, so who knows. The ambulance
was weird. For all I knew I could have been in any random white
van with any random guy and my mate Graham, but thankfully it was
an ambulance and a doctor, so bonus for me.
All I can really remember was being
in a state of complete confusion and also wondering how I managed
to knock myself out from a 540 when the fall didn't really feel
too bad at the time. This story is kinda baws because I can't remember
much at all, I can't even remember getting out of the ambulance
or what the hospital was like or even what the doctor guy did to
me. I did however get my head x-rayed for any fractures etc and
was sick into a wee upside down hat-shaped bowl. After a while of
lying around feeling dazed and confused, the doc phoned my mum and
asked her to come and pick me up. I then had to sit around in a
stupid little chair (cause some other character needed the bed I
was in) which was murder to try and get to sleep in.
My mum and dad arrived and took me
and Graham back home so I could finally get the sleep I was so desperate
for. Fergus brought all my stuff including my bike over to my house
the next day and admired the shiner on my left eye and feebly tried
to explain the rest of the nights events. That was the short and
rather baws story of my blackout at the BSD Jam.
Cheers to Tom Nunn, Chick, the ambulance man, Graham, Fergus and
everyone else who helped me out but I was too wrecked up to notice
you.
Cap'n Colin Weir
Cheers, Colin.
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