Sunday, August 24, 2014

Carts of Darkness

This documentary by Murray Siple follows a group of homeless men who have combined bottle picking with the extreme sport of racing shopping carts down the steep hills of North Vancouver.

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  1. I broke ribs once, being catapulted out of a shopping trolley, or cart as you call them.
    It hurt. I was doing only a fraction of the speed these guys are doing, when my front wheel jammed up on a stone, and I went airborne.
    The flight was painless, the landing not so much, involving a lot of blood and cursing. The medic who picked gravel out of my wounds was sympathetic. he asked how I'd got injured... I said "well, it was a bit like fallin"g off a bike..." But not quite like falling off a bike?" "No", I had to admit, he then revealed that he'd fallen out of a shopping trolley at speed at med school, and remembered it well, with scars and stitches.
    So I watched these guys launch down hills into traffic and winced. Your carts are different, british ones have 360 degree castors on all wheels, Canadian and US ones seem to have fixed rear wheels. No matter, none of the damn things seems to go straight!

  2. I'm in awe. Walking the dog is the most extreme sport I indulge in these days.