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the guy is pretty nuts. i walked up to the top of the 13 ft vert ramp and saw renton pop an 8 ft no-handed frontside air like it was nothin. dude’s got mad tech tricks, too. he showed me the playback screen of a tiny camcorder and it was his feet on the board doing a kickflip 5-0 on some coping and it was kind of hard to read cause it was just feet and a board, but it looked SUPER ILL. i asked, “when’d you film that?” he said, “that was my last run.” he was holding the camera pointed at his feet and it didn’t throw him off a smidge. that’s pretty nuts, right?
’bout 10 years ago these two dudes opened up a bike/skate park near my hometown in wilmington, nc called eastwood. one of the guys was don – he could do backflips on a scooter (and not a stupid razor scooter, but the real deal, big-boy scooters); and the other guy was dave, a nice guy who completely destroyed the park on his bike. and that was that. for weeks, maybe 6 weeks, he was just dave – some really nice random destroyer. turned out that his name was dave mirra, and it turned out that dave mirra was a huge name in the bmx world. and it turns out that 10 years later his name is even huge-er. so when we met up for our shoot, we had a little reminisce-session about yesteryear and the old eastwood park in wilmington. it was good to catch up and i’m glad that dave is still destroying it.
check out dave’s site HERE
dave was telling me that he was doing rally car races now and showed me pictures of his car.
when i first started skating i remember watching video of frazier killin the vert at the skatepark of tampa. and throughout the next 16 years, i’d bump into him at tampa, woodward or some random skate event in some random part of the country and the guy is still killin it. these days, me and frazier are both rocking the balding-buzz cuts with some scruff – so whenever i’m at woodward, there’s always 2 or 3 kids that come up to me as i’m skating by and ask if i’m mike frazier. i’ll say “yep” and sign their shirt. but i’ll actually sign it “maready rips!” and skate away. that’s a lie. well the last part’s a lie, anyway. last week when i was at woodward a campers mom asked me if i was mike frazier. i told her “sure am, can i sign your boobs?” see, that last part is a lie again. actually it was all a lie. it was really a camper’s dad and i never signed his boobs.
check out a few tidbits from the mike frazier legacy: