Posted 1:43 PM by Andrew Faehnle
Local Legend

"You fuckin' crazy."
"You must have lotsa energy. Can you go all night?"
"You are Olympians"
"You got fuckin huge balls."

Last year it was an accident: the BBQ was supposed to be on Christian's roof, and Nick & I were supposed to be in Ohio. Things don't always work out the way you plan them. The BBQ last year ended up on my stoop up in the Heights. It was fun; a small commited group of people on a mission to enjoy themselves generally will surprise themselves along the way with what they'll come up with for fun. That's the moral of the story.

This year, we planned the BBQ. Food was prepped, grills were assembled, the Keg-a-cue was blazin' it in full effect. Guestlists, assembled, were e-mailed and not responded to: check it out. But we still had a great time. A bunch of friends showed up. (I want to go on the record with my full support of the Columbia Ultimate teams in all their endeavors.) The neighborhood was out, we fed people, had an all-Motown soundtrack.

Then, and this is after just about all my friends left. Then, Christian challenged (jokingly, it seemed at the time) to a street luge race.

We are just as crazy as they said. All told, a 1/2-mile racetrack with a hairpin turn through a live 6-way intersection, rocketing on skateboards down a hill at 30 MPH towards US Rte. 9A.

Next stop; X-Games.