THAT'S COOL

Saturday hits and I’m off to Byron for the Roast the Coast Jam. I had the important role of documenting and making the movie of the day—and to say the least, we had a sick day.

I met a bunch of cool people I hadn’t met before, but I’ve been watching them in videos and on Instagram for a while, and it just got me pumped on BMX. I had a ball. Watching Tyson and his wife in BackBone merch tent go off got me even more stoked on the fact that it’s really the people who actually give a fuck about BMX that are making it all happen. from videos, jams, brands (the rider owned ones) its all up to us, the BMXERS, to keep building it and growing it, and I think we all are doing our part to do that out of pure love. Then, seeing that support from the BMX community supporting what Tyson is building was such a sick thing to witness.

I could keep going on about it all, but I’ll leave it to Tyson over at BackBone, and just say—keep your eyes peeled for the edit later this week.

And we’re off and racing. Met up with the boys around 1pm at Egypt DIY with the crew. An hour passes by—some of the crew waiting on trains for a photo, a couple more boys clipping around—and then we hit the streets.

First up, we park up on the yellow line like whatever, cause webefilming. Timmy pulls out the garlic jelly—he’s got a prescription before you start fucking sooking—and then a homeless-looking Will Fraser starts beef with Kyle about a vape, a drink, and sitting in the tray of his monster truck. I’m not really sure what’s going on, but everyone’s a bit uptight.

1:50pm, the joint’s lit, and everyone’s starting to chilllllllll. The work begins—Raph pulls out the VX1000 for a clip, and I basically filmed it in my head. Hopefully it turns out how it looked up there. Guess I’ll find out later… I’ll let you know. ( its 7:42pm now and I haven't heard anything)

The clips have been filmed, the crew's all hyped now, and we pull up on Raph’s van to check out the new sex lights he’s installed—we’re all genuinely proud of what he’s created in there.

2:17pm, Declan rocks up late, pants off and padding up to ride the spot. But the crew splits real quick ‘cause the boys wanted Hungry Jacks—Double Whopper meal or something. I just grabbed a drink, lil softie ‘cause my sugars were low.

We’re over at Richlands now, at a spot I’ve known about but never actually knew where it was—’til now. Energy’s high, feels like a front flip could be on the cards.

Then I catch some side chat about a missing Nathan. “We haven’t heard anything from him today… must be out getting hickeys.”

This spot’s looking sick—if I can film it like it looks in my head, we’re on.

I start calling out lil lines like, “you know, this could be cool—I come skating down and it’d be mad.” Ping—just got a Tinder match, but I’ll check it later. So I’m like, “Oi Raph, what about this?” and now we’re trying it. Done—just like that!

Now Ella’s liked me on Hinge. Had to turn the notifications back off ‘cause I’m getting distracted.

Renato’s up. Declan says something about having monkey feet, which distracts him—but doesn’t stop him from spinning up a storm of a clip. Well… he hasn’t landed it yet, but the long lens is on and we’re gonna get it.

Hang on—wait. He didn’t do it. But I filmed it in my head… WAIT!!! We’re on again. Stop stressing—we got it.

3:33pm—angel numbers. Last spot of the day… I think.

Roll up to the school, straight into a kinker. Willy pulls me aside and says I should call the blog “Kyle’s a motherfucker.”

Nataaaann just turned up—3:45pm—and he’s about to get drilled.

Turns out he was just out brunching. Not much to report—sounds like he’s a bit under the thumb at the moment and had to put in some hours with the missus before he could come out for a double peg.