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What the hell is this?  Well, I guess I'll get with the program...  BTW, the lower part of my post may actually be a fun read!

The old man said, "This here is a doorway to hell.  This place is in the middle of a forest, but nothing grows in sight of it.  Can't you see it's evil?"

The boy replied, "I think you're just batty.  I bet you've been through that door a hundred times, and when you see the desert on the other side, you think it's hell.  Now get out of the way and let me prove it!"

The old man was very sad at this.  He had been guarding his door for many years, and the kids got more incredulous with every passing year.  He had to really beat up some of the kids to keep them out, but he did his best.  He picked up his staff and said, "I don't want to hurt you, but I'll do it if I have to.  There's even more suffering beyond this door."

The boy was quite strong.  He grabbed the man's staff and swung it down on his head in a fluid motion.  He swung the door open and saw nothing behind it.  Absolutely nothing, not even blackness.  Foolishly, he stepped forward.  On the other side, he found


Err... kill the bologna, pls.  It's trying to eat itself, and I don't want bologna barf all over the place.

"Gigantic!  Huge, bloated mushrooms!!!!!"

"Back when I was in seminary school, there was a man who put forth the proposition... that you can petition the lord with prayer.  Petition the lord with prayer....  Petition the LORD with prayer.  YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!!!!!!"  Then God descended from the heavens and said, "That's right.  You all suck little hairy gophers.  Shut up and go away, I'm watching TV.  Bloody good invention, you know?"


Hey, who wants some bocking mythology?
On an ancient battlefield between two mighty kingdoms, there was a hero in a horrible situation.  The enemy had snuck into his tent in the black night and stolen his prized arms!  They had then launched a surprise attack on his camp in the morning.  As the hero lept out of bed, he saw their work.  There were burning tents all over the place and his fellow soldiers were trying valiantly to stave off their attacker, but it was clear that they would not succeed.  The hero knelt down and raised his voice to the heavens and said, "Oh gods, aid me in this emergency!  My dishonorable enemy has stolen my weapons and armom in the night!  Please give me something to fight with, so I may wreak vengeance upon them!  And so Naxtor, got of invention and genius, responded to his plea.  He descended from the heavens and presented to him a pair of bocks with spiked hooves.  The hero said, "Thank you, but what are these?  How do I use them to fight the soldiers?" Naxtor replied, "Use your imagination.  You will find them most useful in situations far beyond the present crisis." Then he left.
The hero was confused, but they appeared to strap to his legs, so that is what he did.  He knew time was short, so he had to find their use swiftly.  He decided to see if he could walk on them; perhaps they were some sort of strange, magic boot.  They were surprisingly agile for their awkward shape.  When the hero realized that they bounced, he realized why the god had given them to him.  He looked down at the spikes and knew how he was supposed to fight.
Like lightning, the hero burst out of his tent with a deafening yell.  His men were pushed into a circle around his tent, fighting fiercely but losing hope.  When they saw him, they cheered and fought harder.  The enemy was frightened by a man of such apparent height running into battle with no armor.  Some of them fled in terror as the hero leapt over his line of men and delivered a deadly kick through the face of his enemy.  He kept on the outer perimeter of the battle, constantly flanking the enemy and running down any who tried to flee.  Many of them died to his flying attacks and even more victories were claimed by his soldiers when their enemy looked behind to see where the hero was.  When the battle was over, the hero and his few remaining men rallied with the rest of the army and all attacked together on the enemy camp.  It was a slaughter, a repeat of the battle at his tent.
The hero was praised by all and given a small kingdom in the newly conquered territory.  His lands grew and became prosperous in their trade of lesser bocks, but none ever matched the quality of the originals given on that glorious day.  The hero died at a good old age and his son inherited the bocks. 
Over the next few generations, however, the kingdom became decadent, with few residents capable of running and jumping without bocks.  As the years passed, neighboring kingdoms degraded to barbarism and the whole area became a mess.  The hero's once-great kingdom slowly began to crumble under its own weight, and barbarian hordes threw the final blow.  The god-given bocks passed from chieftain to chieftain for some years, but eventually they and the knowledge needed to build them were lost to the sands of time.  Thousands of years passed.  Empires rose and fell, and the legend of the bocks was nearly forgotten, until a man in Germany rediscovered their secret...
And we know the rest!

Not disputing THAT point!  It's right up there on my personal list of the best songs ever.  Just very sad, that's all.  BTW, the video itself was pretty damn good for a noob.  I've had mine for two months and I can't do that.  But that's mostly because it's been snowing like crazy here in New England.  Hoof + ice = bruised butt.

I know I'm the hundredth person to say this, but the Pink Floyd was really cool, all except for the last song.  Time is the most genuinely depressing song I've ever heard...  The sound is really cool, but the lyrics make me wanna cry sometimes.  Not so great for a bocking video.

I believe the only store in the entire USA where you can walk in and get them is somewhere in California.  That's the other side of the country, so you're going to have to order them through a catalog or the internet.

Hmmm... It might be simpler to discuss which sets of muscles DON'T get a workout.  Even my neck is getting stronger!  Here's a list of the muscles that I find don't get sore if I've been out too long:

Fingers
Forearms (marginal)
Calves, but I don't have a rotating footpad
Toes
Facial muscles

Anything else I missed?

Hmmm... ball ball eh?  Play soccer with those on bocks.  You can call it Boccer!  If you can pick the ball up, you can use it to hit other people!

Here's a good one:

Inverse Doppler Effect- the way that the sound a vehicle makes gets lower as it approaches you and slows down to gawk, then gets higher when they pass you and speed up again.

Where I get sore is in the muscles that bring the leg forward at the hip joint.  That's probably because all my leg strength comes from biking, which does not use them.  Does anyone else get that?
The odd part is that it's in completely different spots on each leg.

That's all that would be necessary anyway, because small people are light.  She might go for modified adult-sized stilts, though, because the issue at hand is height.  A big block of something and extra-long bindings would do nicely.

I don't think anyone really needs to make a fuss about it.  It's polite to remove them when you're getting onto a vehicle, or if you're in a real hurry, hop on and then take them off.  Ian Shannon shouldn't have made a scene about it if they came up to them and asked him to take them off, although I really don't think the employees should have made too much of a fuss over it either.

Don't forget that he was on their property, though.

I AM on the member map.  I just used my real name on it.  I'm Frank VanBokkelen (I know my last name is weird, it's Dutch).

Wait...  Van BOCKelen?  Hehe cool.  I wish it had a CK instead of KK. 
So...  anyone else ever had an encounter like that with a midget?

Mine have the bearings, but they wiggle just a bit at that joint.  There is some play between the top and bottom parts.  Is that supposed to happen?

Hampton, New Hampshire, USA.  I strongly doubt it's anywhere near you.

One of the first times I went out on my powerisers, I had a chance encounter with a midget lady of about 45.  Naturally, my stilts were of great interest to her.  I think I must have spent ten minutes telling her everything I knew about them.  I could only jump about 2.5 feet at the time, but she was nonetheless impressed, although I think she was more concerned with the gain in height.  I haven't seen her again after that, but there may soon be another bocker in my hometown.