Carey Hart is out of his fucking mind. Maybe I am too?

Several years ago, Nylon Guys sent me to Vegas to profile Carey Hart.

Some of you might remember him as the Motocross maverick who pulled off the first successful back flip on a bike.

Pink and Carey Hart
Pink and Carey Hart

Others may know him as the hubby of pop superstar Pink.

Either way, the guy’s a fucking badass. There’s no other way to say it.

(Here’s that profile if you’d like my take.)

At the time the story ran, he’d already broken just about every bone you can name. And a whole bunch you can’t. 56 to be exact. And that was like, six years ago. Who knows what the hell he’s been up to since.

My point? 

While interviewing him, I asked if he ever attempted these ballsy, back-breaking moves when the cameras were off. His answer was, more or less, qualitatively: ‘nofuckingway.’

He said something along the lines of: “Why risk it if there’s nobody to cringe, or at least laugh at your misery?”

And in that spirit, I present you with the baddest photo I’ve seen of my Tough Mudder experience. I was in the middle of the aptly named obstacle: “Electroshock Therapy.” And as you’ll see by my expression, the photo below was taken a moment after I was hit with 10,000 volts. (Those yellow strands are electrified!)

In case you’re wondering, yes it hurt. I felt like I’d been karate kicked in the kidneys… by Jean Claude Van Damme.

BUT… since that moment is forever crystallized here for your sadistic pleasure, I feel marginally better about it.

Enjoy… I insist.

And I’m sure Carey would too.

Oh fuck, no!
Oh fuck, no!

 

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