CRASHING OUT

Well fuck!
It’s a huge BMX WEEKEND this one, so I might as well write a blog and let you try to live through it from what I’m experiencing on the go.

Friday – 1:45PM
I need some last-minute clips for a video premiering at LUXBMX. Bit of a late hand-in, but fuck it, I got it. I’m at LUX right now, about to walk in, grab some B-roll, head home for a shower, then take you on a little journey to the Colony BMX premiere of their new film “Still Having Fun.”

Oh shit – Dave Dillewaard just texted to see what I’m up to:
“YO BIGZ, do you know of any Irish pubs near the cinema? I’m keen to split the G.”
Something tells me Dilsy will be yahooing tonight...

5:30PM
All side quests are complete. I’m walking up the hill to the train station. Could’ve grabbed a Lime, but I need the exercise for the big jam on Saturday. I’m a bit buzzed. There’s something about riding the train with your mate to watch him split the G (no homo).

The city is in chaos. Is everyone going to the movies? Picture State of Origin, but for BMX – same vibe, same noise.
Maybe I should’ve gotten a fresh fade in case I meet a lucky lady, but hey, if she can’t accept me at my worst, she doesn’t deserve me at my best. Blah blah.

5:51PM
Meet up with Mitch and Ev. Dilsy’s lagging – all that hype and he wasn’t even on my train. We’re at the pub, talking tactics on how to take down Clint Millar in scissors-paper-rock. The convo drifts to health and gym life, and Dilsy pipes up: “That shit’s boring.”

8:16PM – Time for some BMX
Run into my favourite Scotsman, who reckons:
“You only know you’ve drunk enough if you’re shitting blood.”

Now we’re in the cinema. Countdown’s on. Dilsy is stressed about not having a drink:
“Who has the toilet break section?” he jokes (off the record, of course).

Vibes are high. I yell out to check on Yonny Shakerfield – he gets scared of the dark.

The video starts. Fucked up riding as expected. Yahooing begins.

All in all – the vid was sick as fuck!
Cooper Brownlee cooked up something mad. Not sure when it hits shops or the net, but keep your eyes peeled – it’ll be worth it.

10:55PM
Fuck – I’ve got the War Party video premiere tomorrow and I haven’t finished it. I head home to smash it out.
Hop off the train in the Valley and hear:
“Heeeeeeyyyy we want some pussy!”
It kind of fired me up – but I couldn’t let everyone down tomorrow. Walked past the clubs and red light district, back into my apartment to wrap up the edit.

5:43AM – Saturday

The BIG BMX WEEKEND CONTINUES.

Up early, finishing final touches. I message the group chat:
“BIG $ENDS.”
Knowing most of them are dusty... zero replies.
I’m the only athlete here. Sick. Looks like I’ll have to win the jam like it’s 2010.

I leave my apartment, hop in the lift. First thing I see: a cop car with two officers. I gave ’em the nod and told them the streets are safe today – we’re at the jam, not roaming the city. One looked like he was reaching for his taser – I laughed and told him I’m only armed with silly string, and kept walking with my head high, shouting: “BIG $ENDS!”

11:18AM
Homework submitted. Comp time.

12:56PM
I'm at the jam and I check in with Cooper Brownlee. He looks stressed.
I give him a soft “You all good?” –  Cause I was worried his footage would be to dark or over exposed. Settings were 125FA, ISO 100, sunny white balance. Gave him the nod. Footage will be sweet.

Code just pulled up. He’s pumped on the blog, so I snapped a photo and gave him a shoutout.
(If you don’t know Code – Shopify guru.)

Logan Martin showed up so yeah... didn’t really stand a chance at winning. But I had heart and still rode the jam.

Tricks are going down lap after lap after lap.
Boyd Hilder’s here – BIG SENDS!
Guy Perrett’s here – BIG SENDS!
Josh Irvine’s here – BIG SENDS!
Big sends everywhere you look!