Good Intentions and Satan

Memories and Motorcycles

It’s the ten year anniversary of Lannie Schotten dying at Vert Circus Freestyle Moto Park.

I was there. 

I’m the little kid in the picture on the homepage of the Covington Journal running up the hill, thinking I could save Lannie after he blew a backflip trick and landed on his head.

I didn’t even know his name, who he was, nothing.

I was seven years old, not even supposed to be there.

All you had to do to sneak in Vert Circus was climb under the fence at Fairamore Lumber, and walk through the woods a few hundred feet. 

The day Lannie died was the second time and last time I ever did it.

Some older guys brought me home after the rescue squad covered Lannie up, his whole body and head.