Today marks September 11th, a date that went into the history books because of what happened in NY in 2001. I remember driving to Geldrop to pick up a part for my MX bike when I heard it on the news. As soon as I got back home I turned on the TV and was stunned by what happened. This is 8 years ago already and if you let me, I'll continue with some bad news. All round good buddy
Peter Fastenroth crashed at the trails the other day and smashed his face in. They had to cut his skull and lift his face to insert some titanium plates and screws. Scheisse!
Frank's got cancer. Damn.
Frans Swinkels had a burst apendix and was operated upon on arrival in Afghanistan on his next mission.
Chris Doyle broke his ankle so he's pissed too. A kid on
Philip's school died this week because of a tumor. Way too young.
Pim van den Bos' face had healed up from his horrific crash in Belgium and now he has broken his ankle while doing "ne meeuw". I'm sure there are plenty of others around that are still suffering from a crash or illness and it plain sucks.