Shados ride:  
frame: macneil friemuth
fork: odyssey pro dirt 
bars: 1664 cougar 
Headset: fsa pig 
stem: odyssey chok fulla nuts 
barends: snafu corks 
grips: primo the wall 
front hub: 1664 boozer 
front rim: odyssey hazard 
rear hub: flybkies mid flange 
rear rim: alex supra E 
crank: primo powerbite 
pedals: odyssey jim 
sproket: hoffman skull 
chain: kmc 415 
pegs: hyper ovals,lol 
seat clamp: single bolt 
seat: GT landing pad/electric tape
seat post: pazzaz,lol
f tire: primo the wall 
r tire: primo the wall  

Injuries sustained riding:  right clavical broken  right shouldar dislocated  right ankle broken twice and 3rd degree sprain  broken tail bone  bruised ribs
Shadow's Theory On Life--"-I'v been riding for a little over 2.5 years now and it seems all through life nothing has really came to me easy. Everything I have was created by blood and sweat. I'm not the rider who has his parents buying him parts or driving him to the next contest. Which would be great, if you have that, props to ya. I'v gone through life not really having anything I can call my own. You know something different, not that BMX is different, lots of people do it. I was never really drawn to sports that are all about the team. A team is like a family, not that family is bad, I hope to have one some day if I live that long. I grew up with the message that a family was suppossed too hold each other together, but to close for my comfort. A closeness that only pushes me away now which probably isn't good.  Life confuses me and I don't no what to do anymore. Everyone tells you they are there for you, but you feel alone, you can't talk to people. People that you love only judge you in the end. I ride my bike to breath and enjoy every breath of life even if it smuthers me into the ground. Broken bones and bloodshed never really bother me. I grew up always afraid what others think not how I feel. When I hit the ground and you hear that crack shutter through my body and I lay limp on the ground I only think of What my Dad will say or how long it will be before I will once again be able to become more on my bike. I don't think about the pain or how I have injured myself and will never be the same. To me an injury like that has nothing compared to disapproval, or emotionaly damaged. People may look down at people that throw them selves in the air and say why? can just shut up I mean were not hurting you so leave us alone. Society is making life harder for each other by sticking there nose in and I'm not even going to get into the whole biker/skater war topic. People like to blame people for there mistakes, or come up with an excuse, well you no what I do what I do and I'll take the heat. I'm not someone to run for help with every task recieved. I face life alone, I have grown up always afraid of what people thought and never really had that many real friends. I guess that may have been how bmx sucked me into it's family, being it's not just a sport, and all that truly ride can compare. That one forgetable day when I walked up town at lunch from school and saw a ride BMX mag sitting on the shelf and said what the hell, bought it and soon a bike. People may say it's a way of escaping from my problems, but you know what who cares, it opens up something new that will pushed me to be stronger. I'm not saying I'm not still the unliked grade 9 back 4 years ago, but I deffinitley don't care anymore. If you don't like me go cry about it and broadcast it like the other grade 9 back 4 years ago that I probably found myself hanging around with. I'v come to the conclusion through life that people you have to impress or follow are not worth your time.   statement of life:  Scars can be seen, pain is felt, but fear is only posessed by the one of little faith."
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