To a trail rider and builder, the day that no one ever wants to come, became a reality on the 20th of December, 2014. That day that I speak of is the day when you find out that your home has been ripped away from you with no warning at all. The emotions one can feel towards something as simple as a couple piles of dirt is mind blowing. Well, in our case it was hundreds of piles of dirt but it’s more about what those piles of dirt actually represent. They represent your hard work, your artistic skill, your free time, your enjoyment, and your therapy. They represent a breath of fresh air from the harsh realities of life. Now, all those reasons no longer exist back in those woods, and it’s sad to think that a random person walking through those woods would have no idea of what once was.
And to add to the tragedy of this story, they just didn’t level the place in one shot. Through out the coming weeks they are slowly levelling the place in sections. It’s like getting stabbed in the stomach and getting left there to bleed out and slowly die. I’d much rather take two quick shots to the head. And from what we gathered by information told to us by one of the workers doing the destruction, the reasoning behind this attack is one that came as a shock. We are unsure if this is a fact, but it turns out that someone high up in the Town’s department found out about the trails and thought that this is the reason why the local BMX track called Shoreham BMX (which is a few miles away) was loosing attraction and that we were drawing people away from it. If this is true, that person never contacted the local BMX track to see if that ’s the reason for its somewhat decline. We are still trying to find out the real reason behind this.
In the meantime we are in the process of finding a new spot to get all those feelings back. There are a few potential areas out there, but the search may continue. We’ve had great support from all the other local trail crews and they would welcome us with open arms and we greatly appreciate it.
I just want to thank all the other Panamoka locals, who i now call friends, for all the great times that filled those days. Because of these piles of dirt, i have people that will be apart of my life for the days to come. And i said this before, and i will say it again..
We may be down, but we are not fucking out!