About four years ago, right after I moved to Salt Lake City, I started learning how to do handstands (and other stuff) with the hopes of becoming a b-boy. B-boy didn't happen, but handstands did. The quality of my handstands goes up and down depending on how often I do them. But what's more interesting to me than the particular merit of my handstands is how it's turned into this thing with me and my friends.
It seems like we're always doing handstands somewhere. Road trips and rooftops. Volcanos and vegan houses. Four corners and friends shoulders. It doesn't matter, if we're around you better watch out. And if you hear "Hands up, Stands up" quick throw one up and join our endurance competition.
Some of us have better form than others (cough emily cough scott cough) and some of us are more daring and sometimes they get captured well in photos better than others. Either way, these are just the tip of the iceberg of our feet in the air.