This morning as I was driving to work, I ended up behind a red convertible with two hoop bumper-stickers and a Washington state vanity plate that read HOOPIN. The driver was a woman with purple-tinged hair. The fact that I have absolutely no clue who she was is pretty solid evidence that I’m officially 100% out of it with the local hooping scene. I’m ok with that, but it was still an odd moment. I guess it really has been a year since I resigned from my duties with hooping.org.