Freezer Boyz

Well damn, son! Where did you find this? It’s been a minute since the last blog, but here we go—another hot boy blog rushed out before I go lift the gym over my head.

I’m not even gonna try to remember the past few weeks—been out filming, partying down the GC with Boyd and the bad girl gang, and judging BMX comps with Dave Dillewaard, that really was about it, oh and a car crash... we good doe, not my fault, NRMA has it all sorted.

Friday, I hit the local wine spot for a cheeky glass, swung by Honto for some yellowfin tuna sashimi, then woke up Saturday, hit the gym, and got to work with the Freezer Boyz.

Now, I’m gonna keep a bit of mystery around this blog and these so-called Freezer Boys… Think Jackass, but a bit more full-on. I mean—one of ’em downs two litres of milk like it’s nothing, first thing in the morning. Lets it go warm and everything. Then spins hard threes all day. They call him the Milk Man.

After a bit of classic Nokia-style texting, we had a plan—meet at Redbank skatepark, warm up, then hit the streets. Simple.

I rock up, and Kyle’s already in the bowl. From the look of things, he still can’t toothpick, fucking SMASH! Kyle is at the bottom of the bowl and bloods pissing out. 

All jokes aside, it fucking sucks when this happens, and definitely put a lets call it a day mood to the session. BUT the fucking Freezer Boyz, said "get us some milk, we are going in" and off we went in search of some fresh rails to make a new BMX Moive coming soon to a YouTube near you.

So like I said, off we go—first stop, a school. No monster fence on this bad boy and a couple of fresh rails I haven’t really seen anyone touch. Freezer Boy Renato doesn’t muck around. Straight away, I hear, 'Biggie, I got a clip just over here.' Few tries and boom, it’s in the bag. One of those clips where the front wheel does that thing... you know, the kind that gives BMX nerds a proper orgasm.

So Kyle’s off at the hospital getting glued back together, the Freezer Boys have stacked some clips, and we head more towards central Ipswich to chase a couple more. Kinda turned into a slow one, though. And to be fair, I couldn’t hang around Ipswich past 5:00pm—I had to get my cute ass to Suncorp for a 6:30 kickoff and play some footy! So let’s just jump straight to that. Now, when it’s something like a hot date or a big event like Suncorp, I like to roll up clean, fresh, and early.

Last thing I need is a few more speeding fines, so I kept it chill in the car. Couple of fire tracks came on that nearly had me hitting the fast lane and doing some crime—but I held it down.

I get home, jump in the shower, throw on a fresh fit—not one of my best, I was rushed, but still a vibe. Hopped on the train, got off at Roma Street, cruised up Caxton, and rolled into Suncorp. Grabbed a CC and Cola and sat down just as the boys were running on. To my right? Two BMX superstars straight outta the BMX movie Flipside—Dave Dillewaard and Yonny Shakerfield, and we got woooooing! WOOOO, YEW, YEAH BOYZ! stuff like that, Brisbane Broncs put on a fucking show, and as a imported Brisbane Bad Bitch I was fucking proud. Check out some pics from the game below.

So it’s now Sunday, and the Freezer Boys are still out in Ipswich, doing their thing.

I get up, sort some photos up at Salt, then hit sports mode back to Ipswich to stack some more clips. Pull up to the skatepark—Brock’s switch whipping, Nath’s on the milk… you could just tell it was gonna be a mad day. You could feel it.

Yesterday was a bit of a blur—maybe sunstroke or something—but we stacked mad clips. The Gen Z crew think it’s some kind of funny game watching me jump fences. I’ve been doing it for a bloody long time now, and honestly, I hate it. But we hit a school with a king-sized fence, and yeah… I had to jump it. Here's Heckers 0.5 with the Nokia filming, I got over it like a boss. And if any of these little pricks wanna challenge me to a half marathon—lace up your boots. Then we hit the sex shop rail, and the boys handled it for sunset. Turns out the sex shop wasn’t even there anymore—which was a bit disappointing for Brock, ’cause he reckoned he had a purchase to make in there.