Sunday, December 29, 2019

Why did BMX freestyle happen?

 Blog post: Why did BMX freestyle happen?

How did 2020 go for you?  This is how a lot of people think of this year, drawing to a close as I compile this ebook.  I have no idea what was supposed to happen in this photo, but obviously it didn't go as planned.  BMXers weren't the first people to do stupid stuff on bikes.  But BMX freestyle took trick riding to all new levels, and to millions of people around the world, something that didn't happen in the 100 or so years of bike riding before freestyle got going.   

In the original version of this blog post, I embedded a video clip of a young man and woman, riding bikes on a domed roof of an old building.  In that clip, we saw a man and a woman, probably in their early 20's, around college age, riding bikes on the edge of this dome, on a windy day, at some point in the 1920's, the Roaring 20's, as they've come to be known.  Not insane by today's standards, but they had a 20 to 30 mph wind they were dealing with, it was definitely dodgy.  

I'm 54 now, as the crazy year 2020 draws to an end, and my grandparents were born between 1900 and 1909, I think, which would put these riders right around the same age.   So if you're middle aged like me, imagine your grandparents riding 1920's bikes on a domed roof in the wind, as young people.  Pretty radical for those days.

Then we see a guy on a 1920's mega ramp, below, basically, clearing a gap of 25 to 30 feet.  Sure, there are a lot of riders who could make that jump today, on their BMX or mountain bikes.  But that guy did it when the grandparents of us Old Schoolers were young, on a mild steel frame.  What we call 4130 chromoly (or chrome-moly) steel today, was aircraft technology from the 1920's, to the best of my knowledge.  It wasn't a material used to make bikes then, it was way too expensive.  All these old bike trick videos and photos were people riding what we call mild steel frames.  You know, the kind of frames you could snap in ten minutes at your local trails.  These are the bikes Mike and Frank from American Pickers find in a barn of they're having a really good day.  There were actually people riding bikes with wooden rims in that era. 

I don't care how good of a rider you are, would you try that gap below on a skinny tire, $200, mild steel, beach cruiser-style bike from Walmart?  Hell no, you wouldn't.  My point is, people were getting crazy on bicycles from about the time modern bicycles were invented, which was around 1875.  The Fred Flintstone-style, "hobby horse," foot push bikes, adult sized versions of today's toddler balance bikes, popped up around 1830.  But pedal bikes came along around 1875.

As I've thought about those early bike riders while blogging, and as I've dug into these old clips and vintage photos, it's become apparent that there were some crazy ass motherfuckers on bicycles from the earliest days.  And I mean crazy... by Morgan Wade Dakota Roche standards.  They were doing Evel Knievel caliber shit 120 years ago.  This photo below dates to 1905.  My oldest grandma was kindergarten age when this photo was taken. Most people rode horses into town in those days.

Speaking of grandmas, it wasn't just guys getting crazy back then, somebody's grandma did trackstands.
Not crazy enough for you?  I said above that some of these ancient bike tricksters were crazy by Morgan Wade standards, I wasn't exaggerating, like this guy below.
Yes, there were even sponsored riders back then, as well.  It was a lot different from today's sponsorship deals.  Young riders making $30,000 at one contest today, for five minutes worth of contest runs, makes them seem pretty badass.  But you know who was really badass, Annie Oakley.  She had a bike sponsor AND a gun sponsor... around 1900-1905.  Sure, Larry Edgar can do a 37 foot high tabletop off a curb jump, but can he shoot six glass balls out of the air with a lever action 30/30 before they hit the ground?  I don't think so.  Annie Oakley could.

 And yes, even back then, girlfriends and wives got pissed off when you bought too many bikes in those days.  Some things never change.
There were even street riders 120 years ago.
Not only were people doing crazy and amazing stuff on bikes 80-100-120 years ago, on mild steel frame bikes, they were shredding without Red Bull, without helmets, without Emergency Rooms, and without Red Bull video production budgets.  I don't know who this crazy fool is but I'm betting Morgan Wade is one of his descendants.  Morgan's my go to favorite rider these days (and Dakota Roche), when I want to watch amazing new school riding, which is why I keep mentioning him.

You get the idea.  There were people doing tricks on bikes from the get go.  My personal belief is that bicycle trick riding was invented about ten minutes after the first guy learned to ride the first bike, when a cute girl walked by.  That's just an educated guess.

We didn't know about this history when freestyle began spreading in the early 1980's, as Bob Haro, Bob Morales, Eddie Fiola, R.L. Osborn, Mike Buff, and other freestyle pioneers started doing demos and shows and letting other riders see what they had learned.  After 1980, trick riding on BMX bikes began to spread slowly around Southern California, and the BMX racing world.  Then a few hundred weird kids, myself included, caught the fever, and it blew up in small scenes dotted around the U.S., the U.K., and Europe, into the first wave of popularity in the late 1980's.  Martin Aparijo and Woody Itson, who could both jump and ride pools, focused on flatland, and opened all our eyes to the what was possible with a BMX bike and a parking lot.  We didn't all have skateparks, but we all had local parking lots for flatland.

So why did BMX freestyle, which started with Bob Haro and his friend John riding pools, just about on the 100 year anniversary of bikes being invented, take off and blow up world wide?  Why did all the other action sports seem to pop up, grow, and explode, just as us Generation X kids were coming of age?  This is one of the themes I went into in my online book/blog Welcome to Dystopia: The Future is Now, Book 1 (You can google it).

I think I've found the answer to this question, based on a little known social theory from India.  The concept comes from a thinker, and pretty weird guy, P.R. Sarkar, and it's called The Law of Social Cycle.  Basically, Sarkar came to the conclusion that there were four main mentalities of people in any society, The Intellectuals (smart people), The Acquisitors (smart people who focus on building wealth), The Laborers (average people who work normal jobs), and The Warriors (people focused on physical skills and courage).  At any given time, in every society, one of these mentalities dominates society.  That mentality is most looked up to, and shapes every aspect of their world.  These mentalities can dominate society for decades or hundreds of years.  But the mentalities dominate society in a particular order.  The Warriors, The Intellectuals, The Acquisitors, The Laborers, and back to the The Warriors again.

An American economist, of Indian background (India Indians, not Native American Indians), named Ravi Batra, applied this concept to the U.S. in the 1980's, and came to the conclusion that we've been in the Acquisitor Age since our colonial days.  The U.S. has been about business people, businessMEN primarily, as any woman who knows history can tell you.  In the 1980's, when Batra figured this out, he wrote that we're nearing the end of the Acquisitor Age, a time when things turn to massive business and government corruption, the common working people get the shaft, and their standard of living goes down and stays down.  Eventually, the working people become fed up, and they rise up in a huge populist movement.

Guess where we are now?  Yep, the Occupy Wall Street movement, in 2011, was the beginning of the American populist movement rising to national awareness.  It had been brewing under the surface for decades.  Then the unexpected rise of both Donald Trump (on the political Right) and Bernie Sanders (on the political Left) were more examples of the rising populist movement.  While they are on opposite ends of the political spectrum, they both tapped into millions of  average working people who were pissed off at how much of a struggle everyday life, and making ends meet financially, had become.  The new crop of both Progressive Left, and some of the Right Wing political extremes, tapped into millions of The Laborers rising up in protest.

In Sarkar's theory, The Laborers rise up, shit gets completely crazy and chaotic for a while, then one of two things happen.  Either the society collapses and/or gets taken over by a rival (the bad option), or The Warriors rise up and take control and lead a new version of society.  While the vast majority of people are Laborers, they aren't leaders, by nature.  So The Laborers' populist movement rises up, shakes up and collapses the business people's corrupt system, then it kind of dies out.  That vacuum is filled by Warriors, physically strong and truly courageous people.  The average working people are sick of smooth talking con men at that point, they want actual, courageous, leaders.

So what does this have to do with BMX freestyle and actions sports?  Simply, we as BMXers and Action Sports people, are one part of The Warrior mentality.  Watching Sarkar's theory play out over 30 years now, since I read the book about it, I realized that the Warrior mentality people don't just pop up when The Laborers revolt, they slowly build, and the Warrior mentality spreads across the society little by little.  

The entire action sports world, we are all part of the Warrior mentality that's been rising up in society, from the few weirdos on the fringe, decades ago.  When all those crazy and fun-filled riders in the photos above got crazy on their bikes, they were freaks.  Society wasn't ready for them, they didn't get thousands of other people to go out and do crazy things on bicycles. Bicycle trick riding was a novelty, but it didn't take off as a mass movement.  But bicycling itself, then newer than BMX is today, did grow in a practical way.  These shredders in the photos above, they were the handful of people pushing the limits in a highly conformist, Industrial Age, businessman's world.

But when Bob Haro and friends started doing tricks in the 1970's, they appeared on the heels of us Generation X kids seeing a couple of amazing and crazy people.  Those two people, who influenced so many of us as little kids, were Evel Knievel and Bruce Lee.  Their skills, daring, and general badassness really appealed to us kids, whose dad's (and a few moms then) worked either blue collar factory jobs, or suit-and-tie, 9 to 5 office jobs.

We were born into a world of massive, "company man" conformity, and Evel and Bruce showed us it was possible to be a bad ass.  Those two came along right after surfing got popular in the 1960's, and as martial arts was gaining steam in the U.S..  Motocross, the other root action sport, besides surfing, had been slowly growing in the U.S., as well.  These were all modern people with a Warrior mentality, but unlike the soldiers, police, and firefighters, professional athletes in mainstream team sports, the Warrior mentality people of earlier eras, these action sports pioneers turned that mentality towards a new group, a whole new kind, of "sports."

Another aspect of The Warriors that P.R. Sarkar described, was that people with the Warrior mentality are big on individualism.  They like to do their own thing.  So as the Warrior mentality was slowly spreading throughout American society in the soldiers, police, firefighters, and professional athletes in traditional sports, a whole new world of very individual-oriented sports, Action Sports, from BMX to rock climbing to surfing, and all the rest, evolved.

I published a zine in 1998 called "The Warrior Sports" explaining this idea.  I passed about 50 of those zines out at the X-Games in San Diego that year.  Much to my surprise, a year later, I was on the deck of the X-Games vert ramp, shooting video with a scammed press pass.  Dennis McCoy rolled out next to me.  Out of nowhere, he said, "Hey, that warrior zine you wrote last year was pretty cool."  I didn't even see Dennis the year before, he nabbed a zine I gave to Mark Losey.  But when Dennis McCoy remembers a zine a year after you publish it, you know you hit on a pretty cool idea.

So, in the Big Picture of things.  BMX and BMX freestyle happened when they did, and took off and grew worldwide in the way they did, because society was finally ready for some radness.  The Warrior Mentality was creeping through society, slowly becoming more acceptable to more and more people.  By the time Bob Haro got his bike into a skatepark about 1975, a whole bunch of kids in Generation X was ready and looking for something wilder and crazier than the things our parents did as hobbies.  You know, exciting things like bowling and miniature golf.  Us Generation X kids were looking for a new type of excitement, and BMX freestyle was it for us, skateboarding for others, surfing for others, and the same with all the other Action Sports.  Without realizing it, we all played a small part in creating a new version of the Warrior mentality.  We found ways to do scary stuff, push our physical and mental limits, and get crazy, without actually going to war and killing other people. The early human tribal people, and later warriors and soldiers, were the root of warriorship, and the warrior mentality in ancient times.

As we move forward in the world today, we'll see more and more people who are actually physically good at something, from many different Warrior-type backgrounds, rise up to positions of importance in society.  People are sick of silver-tongued, douchebag politicians.  OK, a lot of people are, not everyone, there are still plenty of those politicians in office.  As we navigate these chaotic times, we will see more courageous people emerge, actual leaders, and maybe some will be people we sessioned with in days past.  Hopefully we'll take this into a type of society that's better for the vast majority of people and less of a 1% versus the 99% world.

One last thing, if you spend a chunk of your time in a bike shop, take heart, you never know what a small group of people from a bike shop will accomplish.  Check the meme below.

The Wright Brothers' bike shop in Dayton, Ohio in the early 1900's. 

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Thursday, December 19, 2019

My annual Punk Rock/Alternative Christmas Playlist


What better way to start the list than this Dropkick Murphys video of an all American family living a wonderful life.

Let's start with my new holiday favorite this year...
It's a Bad Brains Christmas Charlie Brown
"You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch" - Dr. Seuss (animated movie)
"Silent Night" -The Dickies 
"Merry Christmas (I don't want to fight tonight)" - The Ramones
"Father Christmas" - The Kinks
"Little Drummer Boy"  - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
"White Christmas" - Bad Religion
"Jingle Hell's Bells"- AC/DC 
"Oi to the World" - No Doubt 
"I Won't Be Home For Christmas" - Blink 182 
"Christmas Wrapping" - The Waitresses 
Jewish"Christmas Wrapping" - Monique Powell/Save Ferris 
"Chanukah Song" - Adam Sandler 
"Yuletide Romeo" - Kerry Getz 
"Little Drummer Boy" - David Bowie and  Bing Crosby
"Jingle Bells" - Brian Setzer Orchestra 
"Blue Christmas" - The Partridge Family 
"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" - Bruce Springsteen
"Run, Run Rudolph" - Lemmy from Motorhead (acoustic)
"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" - Annie Lennox 
"Carol of the Bells" - Pentatonix 
"The Hippo Song" - Gayla Peevy
"Silver Bells" - Bing Crosby 

And one for the New Year...
"The End of the World (as we know it)" - No Doubt

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Monday, December 16, 2019

A funny thing happened on the way to sell art yesterday...

After being busy trying to sell art online, opening an fledgling online store (WPOS Kreative), I finally took a couple of the art skate decks I've made (#sharpiescribblestyle) to set up on Hollywood Boulevard yesterday.  The star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame dedicated to our current president, has taken some abuse over the years.

At one point, a group was trying to have Trump's star removed.  Back then, Mark Hamill, Luke Skywalker himself, then tweeted that he knew whose star should replace it, Carrie Fisher, a cause championed by Kristin Grady at #astarforcarrie.  I talked to Kristin last night, she has over 5,000 names on her paper petition to get Carrie Fisher a star, which, let's face it, is needed.

All that aside, I came up the escalator from the Red Line (subway) and saw this gold toilet sitting on the black marble of the Walk of Fame.  I have no idea who did this, my guess would be pranksters with a YouTube channel.  I haven't seen any news since yesterday morning, maybe the prankster is known.

In any case, I laughed my ass off, and snapped a photo.  The was even a turd in the toilet, apparently a fake one.  Some Mexican chicks actually reached down to touch it and see if it was real, as I walked up.  I didn't need to know that bad, but it was hilarious, whomever did it.  As our nation teeters on the brink of collapsing into theocratic totalitarianism, and presidential impeachment looms, it's good  we can still laugh at the whole fucked up situation we're all in at the moment.  Now... if we can only solve this issue, and get a competent president in the White House again, and pull the Constitution out of the trash can and put it back to use.

After that, I set up with the other artists on the sidewalk, between the TCL Chinese Theater (check footprints below) and the Hard Rock Cafe.  I had a couple of my Harley Quinn art skate decks to show off.  It was cold, super windy, and I didn't sell one.  But I did get the cosplay couple who dress up as Harley Quinn and the Joker on Hollywood Blvd. (they take photos with tourists for tips) to give my art decks a thumbs up.  Pretty cool.  It's warmer, and hopefully less windy, today.  I'm working on a sea turtle skate art deck, but don't have any done yet.  I'm still drawing the turtle, based on a Barspinner Ryan freedving photo, which will look pretty dang cool.
My little set-up on the Walk O' Fame.  The big white tent on the left, that's a block long, part of the HUGE set-up for the new Star Wars movie premiere, which I think happens tomorrow night.

I wrote a while back that I went to the hand and foot print ceremony for Jay and Silent Bob, Jason Mewes and Kevin Smith, made legendary in the movie Clerks, and many films since.  The latest, of course, is Jay and Silent Bob Reboot.  The hand and foot prints for the bong-namic duo are now out and set in the TCL Chinese Theater fore walk area.  The got placed right below the Fantastic Four prints, I think.  I got to watch a live podcast with Kevin Smith there the night before last, of the Fatman Beyond podcast, and Kevin was stoked on the placement of his and Jason's prints.

Kevin Smith, left, in his trademark backwards, white baseball cap, and Mark Bernadin, right.  My view of the Fatman Beyond live podcast taping, two nights ago, in front of the TCL Chinese Theater in Hollywood.  Seriously, it was some funny ass shit, and I had no idea just how little I know about Star Wars until sitting in that crowd.  Oh, and if you ever had a dream of having sex while standing in Darth Vader's footprints at the Chinese, it's been done.  Really.  Amazing what you learn at a podcast taping.  The podcast will be up soon, and video version will be on YouTube, too.

 So that's a funny, cold, windy day's tale from the weirdness that is Hollywood Boulevard. 

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Alma Jo Barrera's VW Bug: The Tribute


Built as a tribute to veterans of all U.S. armed forces, by veterans, The Tribute bug has quite a story, well worth the five minute this video takes to watch.

If you read this blog on a regular basis, you know I blog about three things mostly, Old School BMX freestyle, my Sharpie artwork, and the economy/future trends.  Those are the things I'm most into these days.  So why the VW Bug post?  Because the woman you see in this video, Alma Jo Barrera, is an Old School BMX freestyler, and a cool chick in general.
Here's a drawing Alma Jo asked me to do, back in 2016, from a photo of her doing a surfer while competing at the Velodrome AFA Masters in 1987.  

In the 1980's, as it was just becoming a sport of its own, BMX freestyle was a boy's sport.  There were a few hundred of us young guys that rode enough, and were hardcore enough, to show up at a major AFA contest in any region.  It was not a girl friendly sport, but there were a handful of young women who got out there and learned a few tricks.  A couple of women got to be really solid riders.  All you guys from that era remember Krys Dauchy, she got a ton of coverage in that era.  But the other solid female rider of the late 1980's, was Alma Jo, out of the epic Austin freestyle scene.  Austin was the home of several riders then, Robert and Reuben Castillo being the best known at the time.
Alma Jo with a stomach stand at the 1987 AFA Masters at the Velodrome.

I met Alma Jo in 1988 when she was out in California for the spring Velodrome contest, and we rode and hung out for a week or so.  The same thing happened when I went to the Austin AFA Masters that year.  Even as a young mother trying to handle all the things necessary  as a mom, she also got out to ride every day, and competed against us guys, because that was the only option then.

Alma Jo went on to join the Army, and served in the Gulf War, I believe.  I know she's a proud veteran, though we've never talked much about her time in the Army.  Since then, she's gotten really into fixing up, and rebuilding Volkswagons.  The last time I asked her how many VW's she had, the answer was "about 15," I think.  Obviously, The Tribute is in a category of its own.  I'll be honest, that video above made me tear up.

I'm sharing this post in all the BMX groups, like most of my BMX posts, because it's a little bit of BMX freestyle history, a rider who was a pioneer for the girls of her region, and one overlooked then and since.  Plus there are plenty of car guys, and some veterans, in the Old School Freestyle community who'll dig the story of The Tribute bug in the video above.

                                                                                                                                 
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Thursday, December 12, 2019

The Best Interview I've seen on our current economy: CNBC w/ Jeffrey Gundlach


Wow, a major person in the U.S. financial world willing to actually tell it like it is.  This interview is incredibly refreshing, although depressing in the long run.  If you have ANY interest in investing, financial markets, or the future, this is worth watching. 

When I started this blog in June of 2017, bringing all my blogging into one place, I soon started talking about some longer term issues, like technology taking human jobs, the next recession, and other major trends I saw building into a serious recession.  In the beginning of January, 2018, right after President Trump signed the huge tax cut (corporate bailout) bill into law, people in the financial world were predicting the markets would take off, and soar for another 3 to 5 years.  I, however, predicted the markets would rise for 1 to 2 months, and then head downward.  That's exactly what happened.  The Dow, S&P 500, and Russell 2000 all peaked on January 26, 2018, then headed down.  The Nasdaq headed up a few more months before heading down, buoyed up by the big tech stocks everyone was clinging to. 

Largely, I got the point right that Trump signing the taxi bill was the reason stocks were heading higher early in Trump's presidency.  The big corporations and Wall Street new a widfall was coming.  After the bill got signed, and major corporations did some major buybacks of their own stock, and there was no more serious, fundamental reasons for stocks to keep heading up.

At that point, from my point of view the major recession was ready to happen.  Then something really crazy happened, that I didn't expect, stocks began grinding slowly upward again, until a huge collapse in late 2018.  Then they ground slowly upward again.  My analogy was the the stock market is now like a couple of bulldozers trying to push a dead whale up the side of a mountain.  Yeah, you can push it a bit higher, but it really just doesn't want to go.  And at some point, gravity will send it rolling back down the mountain in a big way, that's inevitable. 

While I've said for years that I have a big interest in economics, I've found in the last couple years that I make financial predictions largely on big picture trends and mass psychology.  I'd check the markets to get a take on where the financial world was in the larger cycle I saw playing out.  I never really dug into the nitty gritty numbers of economics.  Sidelined by outside pressure, and struggling to just survive, I had no reason to dig deeper, I have no money to invest.  I wouldn't put a dime in the stock markets, anyhow, at this point. But without digging deep into numbers, I could predict recessions and other market trends using the group human psychology I saw happening over the last 25 years.

What I got wrong, was the incredible level of market manipulation going on since 2008 by the The Federal Reserve, other central banks around the world, the big investment banks, and Wall Street.  While financial people often talk about "free markets," that's really the last thing they want.  The financial world wants markets highly manipulated, in their favor, to make a killing.  Since The Great Recession, though, the markets have become so manipulated, that we now, functionally, have two economies.  We have the "financial world" economy, where the Dow is hitting a new "all time high" today, yet that high is less than 6% above the high it hit on January 26, 2018.  It's up less than 3% a year in the last 23 months. 

Our second economy is the everyday economy that us average American people live in.  About 65% of America is struggling to make ends meet, and a third of everyday people are making decent salaries, but many are weighed down with a huge amount of student loan debt, and often other debts. The "financial world" economy is being pumped full of money, literally to keep it from completely collapsing at this point.  Something like $380 billion has been pumped into the Repo Market since September, a market most of us never new existed.  Yet, if it seizes up for a while again, the world economy begins to collapse.  Like, REALLY. 

We are in a complete financial Never Never Land, a place of countries putting out bonds with negative interest rates, a place where everyone is "living off their credit cards," individuals, corporations, and whole countries.  The world is piled high with more debt than ever in human history, and being pumped full of money to try and inflate markets, continue devaluing currencies, and kick the debt can further down the road.  But the biggest manipulations in history are barely keeping things functioning at this point. This current financial world can't last for long, and the collapse is going to annihilate entire regions and maybe whole countries.

In the interview above, Jefferey Gundlach, hardcore bond expert, actually gets into the reality we're facing, and gives really insightful thinking on where we are, where we're heading, and how to deal with it. 

Thursday, December 5, 2019

New MTB vid: Fabio Wibmer takes the stairs...


Pretty serious theme of insane stair rides in this one.  Fabio also hits a legendary skate spot, the Lyon 25, who a skater known as Jaws ollied in 2015.  Fabio steps up the game again, as usual.  Progression. 

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Dave Vanderspek in action: Curb Dogs II video


I went looking for some more footage of Dave Vanderspek, and realized I've never seen this whole video, somehow.  Dave was all about having fun riding your bike and your skateboard.  He was a seriously talented rider, founder of the most popular independent freestyle and skate team of the 1980's, the Curb Dogs, one of the first to really push street riding, was sponsored by Skyway, Boss, and Kuwahara,put on the first BMX street and the first BMX halfpipe contests, and just a ton of fun to hang and ride with.  If you want to know why I drew the picture below as a tribute to him 31 years after his death, watch this video. 

"No one got hurt, no one got arrested."
-Dave Vanderspek 
(from the demo in the video above)

This drawing, in my Sharpie Scribble Style, is 11" X 14", and signed and numbered copies are available for $20 (includes shipping in continental U.S.)  Email me at: stevenemig13@gmail.com for details.  It's a limited run of 75 drawings, about 26 are gone already.  If you're a 1980's freestyler with a man cave or BMX collection, you need this in that mix. 

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Just how good of a rider was Dave Vanderspek?

 1983.  What the fuck were you doing in 1983?  This is one of my favorite photos from the entire history of BMX freestyle.  Dave Vanderspek, tabletop bunnyhop, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.  Look to the left of the photo, you'll see those high crossbar handle bars.  Those are 9 inch rise bars, the bottom of Dave's bottom bracket is 2 or 3 inches above that.  Dave, Maurice Meyer, and Robert Peterson could all do high tabletop bunnyhops.  They didn't bunnyhop straight and lay the bike sideways, they bunnyhopped and kicked the back end up to the side... the hard way. 

At one AFA Masters contest at the Velodrome in the fall of 1986, I was down on the infield and area riding around, and I ran into Dave.  There was a set of five or six stairs coming down from a higher level, and a narrow hubba wall thing, with a metal rail on top, next to the stairs.  Dave saw me and said, "Hey Steve, what do you think of this?"  He rode across the small paved area, and did this huge bunnyhop up into a pedal stall, on the angled hubba wall thing, missing the rail on top of it.  I'd never seen anyone bunnyhop into a pedal stall.  I said, "That's cool, but you can't do it in the contest."  I was lame, thinking only about my contest run, where I was probably going to get like 33rd out of 54 guys in 17 & Over intermediate, or something like that.

Meanwhile, Dave Vanderspek, who was riding pro, saw the wall thought, "I wonder of I can pedal stall that?"  While we were all thinking about contest placings and many guys about sponsors and all that, Dave was just riding shit.  It was 1986, street riding was something we all did, but it wasn't its own genre' yet.  It would be another year and a half or so before Dave held the first small street contest in NorCal, and then Ron Wilkerson (also originally from San Francisco) held the first one that got magazine coverage, at Santee.  Wall rides would be officially invented a year later. Street peg grinds had not been invented yet.   But I watched Dave Vanderspek do two or three huge bunnyhops to pedal stalls on a slanted wall.  He was landing on the back pedal, and he rode a coaster brake.  His pedals were pretty much level.  After he rode off, I went over and stood next to the wall where he was landing.  The place he was landing his pedal on was over 4 1/2 feet off the ground.


 Another favorite Vander photo of mine above.  Before wall rides, or looking for gaps, before peg grinds had even been invented, street riding often consisted of doing your flatland tricks in a really sketchy location.  Bar endo on a high corner of a ledge with no margin for error, about 1985.  These were a favorite of Dave's.  This photo is from an interview that was in Bill Batchelor's big newsprint zine, Shreddin'.
You know you're not a great photographer when you can easily name the best photo you've ever taken.  I'm not a great photographer, and this is the best photo I've ever taken.  Dave Vanderspek at the Palm Springs Tramway GPV race, outside Palm Springs, California, in 1987.  Without a fairing, Dave was at a disadvantage, he was probably only hitting 70 or 75mph at the bottom of the hill.  Tommy Brackens, riding with a fairing at this race, passed the camera motorcycle in a turn one run.  The motorcycle was doing 85mph.  Because the course was long and lacked lots of tight turns, people were hitting BIG speeds.
    The night before the contest, I remember seeing Dave and another guy walking their bikes out of the motel courtyard about 2am, with a 12 pack under one arm.  "Who wants to go hit the course right now?" he asked.  Only the guy heading with him went.  They hit that crazy fast course, on their GPV's, in the dark (desert road, no street lights)... drunk.

Vander airing over the six foot wide canyon, over Christian Hosoi.  AFA Masters contest, Venice Beach, California, 1985.  This happens to be the first California contest I ever made it to, thanks to Justin Bickel and his parents, from Idaho.  I'm in the background there somewhere, I shot this from the opposite angle, on my trusty Kodak 110 camera, and put the photo in my zine.  This is another of my favorite BMX freestyle photos of all time. 

      Dave Vanderspek was one of a kind.  That's why I just drew this tribute drawing of him.  Copies are available.  Find me on Facebook, or email me at: stevenemig13@gmail.com, for info.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

What Dave Vanderspek brought to the BMX Freestyle Party

Blog post:  What Dave Vanderspek brought to the freestyle party

This is photo of Dave Vanderspek was taken by 13-year-old Bill Batchelor, for his really amazing Shreddin' zine, from July of 1985.  This was a couple years before wall rides, three years before the first street peg grind photo in a magazine, and five years before the first handrail grinds on street.  Doing a bar endo in a really gnarly urban place was one of Vander's early street moves, setting the stage for the future of street riding to come.

 I started hearing about Dave Vanderspek in BMX Plus in 1983, when I was getting serious about BMX racing in Idaho, and only BMX Plus was available in 7-11's and grocery stores in Boise.  I didn't run into BMX Action until I started buying parts at Bob's Bikes (and Lawnmower Repair), my local bike shop in Boise.  The first photo I can remember of Dave was at a skatepark contest at Pipeline Skatepark, when he was blasting huge 7 and 8 foot high jumps out of the back corner of the square side of the Combi Pool.  The pool was 13 feet deep with five feet of vert and huge coping, and Dave was BLASTING out of that pool.  It seemed insane.  Later, when I got to ride that pool a little, I couldn't even get my front tire up to the tile in that corner, though I could carve right up to the coping in the round bowl.  Dave's massive flyouts 3 or 4 years earlier seemed even more amazing.  And completely impossible.

While obviously an amazingly talented rider, Dave didn't spend his riding career on one factory team.  He rode a Schwinn in the first issue of FREESTYLIN' magazine.  He later rode for the Skyway factory team, and later for Kuwahara, and Boss.  But he spent most of his time promoting the Curb Dogs, the local, San Francisco bike/skate team he helped found.  With guys like Maurice Meyer, skater Tommy Guerrero, and several others, The Curb Dogs was the best known independent team in the world, and always landed in the top 5 teams when polls were taken, always beating some of the factory teams of the day.  Since I just did the drawing below as a tribute to Vander, I'm going to be writing some posts about my memories of riding, hanging out, and talking with him.  But in this post, I want to list five big things Dave Vanderspek brought to BMX freestyle in the 1980's.

Street riding- Dave was one of the earliest pioneers of BMX street riding.  Yes, I know, every early rider rode on "the streets."  Bob Haro and R.L. Osborn used to practice kickturns at the Larry's Donuts bank in Redondo Beach, and there's a classic photo of Bob Haro doing an edged kickturn on the 6th and Commonwealth banks, in downtown L.A..  Yes, everyone rode on the streets on their bikes, and hit little curb jumps.  But not everyone had an urban terrain like San Francisco.  Dave Vanderspek was one of the first riders to see the paved world as a big skatepark/bike park, ready to be explored and sessioned, just for the fun and thrill of riding it.  Dave and the Curb Dogs were one of the big early forces in pushing the use of urban terrain in all news ways and figuring out how it could be used to have fun on a bike. 

Punk Rock- As a BMXer, skater, and a punker, Dave brought the "fuck it" punk rock attitude into BMX in a way no one else did in the early 1980's.  With the Curb Dogs bike/skate demo team, he also took the "Do It Yourself/DIY" attitude of punk, and brought it into BMX freestyle, where we were listening to all kinds of music, and wearing motorcycle-style leathers and helmets to compete in flatland.  Vander's punk rock vibe, and attitude, led the way in BMX freestylers learning to be ourselves, wear more functional clothing, and working hard to build and promote our own teams, invent new tricks, and figuring out a way to make things we wanted to see happen in the world.

The Curb Dogs-  In the early days of BMX freestyle spreading across the U.S. and the world, there was no team like the Curb Dogs.  In the annual NORA cup awards, the Curb Dogs were always in the top 5 most popular freestyle teams, ranking among all the factory teams of the day.  They always beat 3 or 4 factory teams in the magazine reader polls.  That happened because Dave, while coming across as a Jeff Spiccoli-like goofball sometimes, worked his ass off to be weird, have fun, and promote the hell out of the Curb Dogs, and BMX freestyle itself.

The first BMX halfpipe contest- While Ron Wilkerson took vert to a new level by putting on the 2-Hip King of Vert contests from 1987 on, the very first BMX halfpipe contest was promoted by Dave Vanderspek at skater Joe Lopes' ramp, in San Francisco.

The first BMX street contest- If you ask an old school rider when the first BMX street contest was, they'll most likely say it was the 2-Hip Meet the Street contest in Santee, California, in the spring of 1988.  Heck for years, I thought that was the first street contest, because that was the first I heard of and went to.  But once again, Dave Vanderspek led the way, holding a small, NorCal street contest months before Santee happened.  It was a regional thing, none of the magazines showed up to cover it.  From what I heard, that wasn't the point, Dave just decided someone needed to throw a BMX street contest, so he put one on, before anyone else.

Dave Vanderspek, airing out of the Pipe Bowl at Pipeline Skatepark, 1983 or 1984.  Dave didn't have a skatepark to practice at in NorCal, and he rode a coaster brake in the pools.  That pool is 12 feet deep with four feet of vert.  Few, if any, skateparks today are as hard to air out of as the Pipe Bowl was.  

How good of a rider was Dave Vanderspek?  While Dave Vanderspek was known for doing easy tricks like track stands and and harder tricks like bar endos, he had a full bag of flatland tricks, many of them, like the bar endo, and the Vander Roll, were tricks he invented.  Some were not super hard, and more for show, like the Vander Roll, but some tricks were really hard.  I also saw Dave doing blunts on parking blocks on top of banks, a predecessor to the street abubaca, a year before the abubaca was invented.  

One day at a contest at the velodrome, I was talking to Dave, and he looked over at a hubba, an angled concrete wall on the side of a small set of stairs.  He asked, "You think I can pedal stall that?"  Since I'd never seen a pedal stall, I said, "Huh?"  Dave pedaled slowly towards it, did a huge bunnyhop, and landed on his pedal, on the angled wall, 4 1/2 feet off the ground.  First try.  He literally did a 3 1/2 foot high bunnyhop, turned 90 degrees, and landed on his pedal, at a time when street peg stalls didn't exist, and peg grinds on ledges were a year or two away from being invented.  Then he hopped down and kinda of laughed.  I'd never seen anything like that, and Vander blew my fucking mind.  Again.

On one or more occasions, Dave put a freewheel on his freestyle bike, and raced B Pro, and was in the mix with the other pro racers of the day.  He didn't have a skatepark to practice in, but competed in skatepark contests.  He was so far ahead of the game in early street riding, that we usually didn't understand how hard and gnarly his tricks really were.  Then there's that insanely high bunnyhop tabletop photo from 1983 (in a previous section).  That photo is now 37 years old, and I've never seen anyone equal it in height and style, to this day.  Dave Vanderspek wasn't just a funny and charismatic goofball, and a good promoter, he was seriously one of the best all around riders in BMX freestyle in the early and mid 1980's, and a pioneer in many different ways. 

While he died tragically in 1988, Dave Vanderspek was a huge influence on the world of BMX freestyle, and many of the top riders of the era.  That's why I chose to draw a picture of him with my Sharpies, the 4th drawing in my series of Old School BMX freestyle pros.  Here's the picture I drew.  It's 11" X 14", drawn in my signature Sharpie scribble style, and  some signed (by me) and  numbered copies are still available.  Contact me at: stevenemig13@gmail.com for info. 




Friday, November 22, 2019

The Beach Park Ramp Jam: How I met the Curb Dogs and Skyway team guys


Here's a local TV news segment on the Beach Park Bike shop ramp jams, at the same time period I lived in San Jose.  In the clip we see Robert Peterson, Maurice Meyer, Karl Rothe, Chris Rothe, and Darcy Langlois.

As I've mentioned many times in blogs before, I got into BMX while in high school in Boise, Idaho, in June of 1982.  I raced locally throughout 1983 and into 1984, then got more into freestyle, and focused on that.  I graduated from Boise High in 1984, and used my $300 in graduation gift money to buy a Skyway T/A frame and fork set, much to everyone's dismay.  That was my first good quality BMX/freestyle bike.  In the spring of 1985, my dad got laid off, and soon found a new job in San Jose, California.  My family moved there in May, I think.  I rented a room at my best friend's house for the summer and worked my summer job as manager of a tiny amusement park called the Boise Fun Spot.  Here's the sole surviving riding photo of me from that summer, along with one of me running the Ferris Wheel.  The three women on the Ferris wheel, Kim, Michelle, and Pam, all worked there.  The photos were taken by co-worker Vaughn Kidwell. 
 Long before I met Robert Peterson, I spent the Idaho winter learning Peterson inspired balance tricks in my bedroom and the living room.  Oh yeah, real Vuarnet cat eye glasses, baby.  Found those in a field, you can't beat free.  Insert joke about my Op cord shorts here ________________.
After we closed the Fun Spot, tore down the rides, and packed it up for the winter, I got ready to move to San Jose.  I packed up my shit brown 1971 Pontiac Bonneville, which had 455 engine, and was slightly smaller than the U.S.S. Nimitz, and got about the same gas mileage.  I drove solo from Boise to San Jose, which is a story for another day.  I got situated in my parents' three bedroom apartment, and soon found a job at Pizza Hut, right down the street from the Winchester Mystery House.  I began riding solo around our area in the afternoons, and working in the evenings.  The Apple Macintosh had just debuted the year before, Apple was still a pretty small company, and I didn't hear the term "Silicon Valley," for months after moving there.  Things have changed a bit in San Jose since 1985.

I knew there was a really cool scene of riders in NorCal, but in those pre-internet days, I had no idea where to find them, and the San Francisco Bay Area is HUGE.  At that point, I'd never seen the first issue of FREESTYLIN' magazine, that told about Golden Gate Park, and where the riders sessioned at on the weekends.  I had been thinking about starting a Xerox zine about freestyle in Boise, inspired by an article in FREESTYLIN'.  So I decided that doing a zine would be a way to find and meet other riders.  I also called my Idaho teammate, Jay Bickel.  He introduced me to Skyway riders Oleg Konings and  Robert Peterson at the 1985 Venice Beach AFA contest, but didn't know how to contact either of them.  His mom said she'd try to find their numbers.

I took my photos from Boise, including the one above, and made my first zine, called "San Jose Stylin'."  It sucked, it wasn't even folded like a book, I'd never actually seen a zine in real life before, just read about them.  My first couple of issues were three pages, copied on both sides, and stapled in the upper left corner, like a test in school. I bought a manual (non-electric) Royal typewriter, 1930's era, at the San Jose Swap Meet for $15, and had my trusty 110 Kodak to take photos with.  I used my Pizza Hut money to publish my zine.  I then drove around San Jose and dropped off copies at every bike shop that carried BMX bikes. 

After a week, I got a phone call from a guy named John Vasquez, an amazing rider, and he told me to come see his ramp and meet his riding buddies, which included Vince Torres.  They were in San Jose, and I went down to session with them, and shoot some photos.  They became the main story in my second zine issue.  They also told me about riders meeting up at Golden Gate Park on the weekends, and the monthly ramp jams at Beach Park Bikes, where Robert Peterson worked.  About the same time, Jay from Idaho got back to me, also telling me about Bert and Beach Park Bikes. 

I called up Bert at the shop, and he was really cool.  He told me the next ramp jam was a week later, and that I should come ride with them.  By then, I'd sold my car.  So I borrowed my dad's car, and braved the Bay Area traffic, which scared the crap out of me at first, since we didn't have traffic much in Boise.  But I put my Skyway in the trunk, and made the trip up to Foster City, home of Beach Park Bikes.  About halfway to downtown San Francisco from my home in San Jose, Beach Park sat practically in the shadow of the enormous San Mateo Bridge. 

I got up there, a Saturday afternoon, I think.  The Skyway factory ramp was there, not even set up yet, along with the wedge ramp.  I went into the shop, asked for Robert Peterson, and introduced myself, and gave him a few of my zines.  Bert was really cool, and immediately introduced me to Dave Vanderspek and Maurice Meyer, leaders of the legendary Curb Dogs, and pro riders who were standing there.  That's the first time I met Vander and Drob.  I later met Oleg Konings again, who, by the way, is the guy who invented scuffing... in 1984.  True. 

As they set up the ramps, I got talking to another rider there, a guy named John Ficarra, who lived a couple blocks away.  We hit it off, and he wound up introducing me to other riders who showed up, which included Chris and Karl Rothe, Darcy Langlois, Tim Treacy, and I think Rick Anderson and Mike Golden, hot ramp riders, were there that day.  As I recall, John, Vince, and a couple other guys from San Jose showed up that day as well. 

Honestly, I was overwhelmed.  I was some kid from Idaho, where there were two serious freestylers, in the whole state, and I thought I was hot shit.  I got fucking schooled at Beach Park, everyone there was really good.  Suddenly I wasn't reading about Bert, Maurice, Dave, and Oleg in the magazines, I was hanging out and riding with them.  I honestly never really thought that would happen while living in Idaho.  I mean, we all played basketball as kids, too, but never expected to hang on a court with Magic Johnson Larry Bird some day.  But in freestyle, even now, riding with the top pros is a pretty normal thing if you travel to contests or jams. 

I introduced myself as "the zine guy," because I honestly didn't feel cool enough to hang with those guys.  It wasn't them, they were all cool as hell.  That was my own issues.  I don't remember much about that day, except just having a blast riding and trying to land my best tricks, and seeing all these other tricks I'd never seen before.  I hit the ramps a bit, and got more psyched on riding than ever.  I had to leave right when the jam was over, my parents needed the car to go somewhere, I think. 

The last thing I remember was John Ficarra saying, "Hey we're going to get a pizza and watch Faces of Death, you wanna come over?  As tough as it was to say "no" to an offer like that, I did, and headed back to San Jose.  A whole news phase of my freestyle life had begun, and would take me places I couldn't even imagine at the time. 

I'm going to dive into a bunch of stories about my time in San Jose, and Dave Vanderspek, in particular, because I've just finished my latest Old School Pro rider drawing, one of Dave Vanderspek, below. 

High quality color copies of this drawing, 11" X 14," each signed and numbered, on thick card stock, are available for $20.  Message me on Facebook, or email me at stevenemig13@gmail.com, if you're interested.  The first 22 are gone, but there are plenty left... for now. 

"Put your helmet on, Oleg!"

Friday, November 15, 2019

Devonshire Downs: AFA local contest in 1987


Here's a regular at the AFA local California contests in 1987, Jeff Cotter, with a smokin' hot flatland routine in 1988.  Jeff and his younger brother Tim were at pretty much every American Freestyle Association contest in Southern California, local or Masters Series.  He was part of what we called the Lakewood crew, which included Ron McCoy, Nathan Shimizu, Ron Camero, and a few others.  By 1988, he was sponsored by Ozone and Vision Street Wear.

Since I'm (more or less) living up in the San Fernando Valley again, one local AFA contest from 1987 popped into my had recently.  During my stint as the newsletter editor/photographer for the American Freestyle Association newsletter in 1987, I did a whole bunch of other stuff as well, because that's what happens in a small business with only 3 or 4 employees.  Two or three months into my work at the AFA, owner Bob Morales bought a 30 foot long box trailer from Gary Turner, the "G. T." behind GT Bikes.  Gary owned a dragster at that point, and Bob bought his old dragster trailer when Gary upgraded to a better one.  It was about twice as big of a trailer as we needed to haul the basic AFA gear to a contest, but the price was right.

I had never pulled a trailer behind a car or truck before, and I was the main driver of the AFA Ford van, and I had to quickly learn how to drive with a huge ass trailer following me.  That was one time being uptight and completely anal retentive was a good trait.  I was super careful, and managed to never scratch that monster trailer, and got pretty dang good at driving with a trailer over the next several months.

Another aspect of having a trailer, is how to load it.  To go to an AFA local contest, we had our 8 foot high, wooden Socko quarterpipe, a couple of four foot high, really heavy speakers, two or three boxes of T-shirts, little posts and rope rope off the contest area, and some folding tables and chairs.  The quarterpipe, with kickers off, we could roll into the trailer, and it fit right over the wheel wells inside.  It locked right in place, which was really cool.  Then we would just put all the other stuff in the back of the trailer, behind the quaterpipe, that made it all easy to unload.

The AFA Ford van with the big, 30 foot box trailer, became a 49 foot long rig.  That's not as long as a standard tractor trailer rig, but it's bigger than most things on the freeway.  My first, trip of any length, was a night drive up the 405 freeway to Northridge.  For those of you not in or from Southern California, Northridge is best known as the site of the big, 6.7 magnitude earthquake, in 1994.  That's the most destructive earthquake that has happened in the 34 years since I first moved to SoCal.  But this story happened in 1987, seven years before the big earthquake.

We had an AFA local contest scheduled for the next morning, in a corner of a big parking lot, at a fairgrounds-type place, where the Devonshire downs BMX track was located.  We decided to drive up the night before, rather than battle 50 miles of traffic, potentially 4 hours in traffic, on Saturday morning.  Bob drove his BMW, following me and our two "roadies," a couple of Huntington Beach local skinheads.  Yeah, skinheads.  While we didn't agree with their ideology, they worked cheap, and were pretty cool for the most part.  In those days, a lot of young guys had friends who became skinheads, so they became skinheads, but weren't walking being racist assholes all the time.  That's kind of how these two were.  They looked the part, but were more just punkers than crazy racists.  The cool thing about young skinheads was that they would gladly do $5 worth of work for $2 worth of beer.  Saving money was a priority at the AFA, and Bob was a master a getting things done cheap.

We took off, and not long after I got going on the freeway, I realized that our new trailer was kind of squirrelly over about 45 miles an hour.  As I got going at about 55 mph, the big trailer started swaying side to side a little bit, maybe a foot each way.  I did my best to keep the rig riding well, but it was nervewracking, and I just cruised along at about 50, as other cars swerved around us, and honked on a regular basis.

Somewhere around LAX airport, the thing I was hoping to avoid happened, I saw flashing lights in the rear view mirror.  I pulled over, and Bob and his then girlfriend Suzy Q, pulled over behind the CHP car.  The highway patrol officer walked up, and asked the basic questions to see if I was drunk or something.  I told him the trailer was just kind of squirrelly, and I was doing my best to keep it in my lane.  That, of course, wasn't good enough.  A second CHP car pulled up, and Bob talked to the two officers, told him he owned the van and trailer, and tried to work things out.  Just to make things even more fun, I really had to take a leak, and was hoping they'd decide to just give me a warning... quickly.  Then I could pull over and take a leak at a restaurant or something.

Nope, that wasn't in the cards.  As I joked with the skinheads about just taking a leak on the side of the road, and taking the second ticket, we waited.  The officers took a full 45 minutes or so to actually flip through a copy of the California Vehicle Code (pre-internet days), and find a code they could ticket me for.  As my dad would say, I had to whiz so bad that my back teeth were floating and my eye teeth were singing "Anchors Away," by the time they handed me a ticket to sign.  I accepted the citation for the obscure offense of "trailer not tracking properly," and we got back underway.  We stopped to hit the restroom shortly afterwards, and then made it up to the Devonshire Downs site without incident.

The parking lot reserved for our flatland a ramp contest was rough asphalt, and really old asphalt.  And there were potholes.  I'm not talking little six inch diameter potholes  an inch or two deep, there were six or eight inch deep holes in the parking lot, big enough to ride a BMX bike into and then jump out the other side.  It was ridiculous.  Bob found our contact, and tried to negotiate a better chunk of parking lot, but it was a no go.  So, in the dark, we set up the quarterpipe, with as straight as possible run up to it.  We set up our stanchions, roped off the contest area, and set up the speakers and sound system.  There was a fair, or carnival type thing, going on, and their security was supposed to keep an eye on our stuff until the fair shut down for the night.

I think Bob and Suzy had a hotel room for the night, and the skinheads and I were going to crash in the van, on site, to keep an eye on our ramp and equipment after the fair closed for the night.  With everything set up, Bob and Suzy headed off to the hotel, and the skinheads and me were hungry.  There was no cheap fast food in sight.  One of the guys flagged down a car, and a couple of upscale guys said there were a couple fast food places a mile or so away.  Somehow, one of the skinheads talked these yuppie guys into giving our grungy asses a ride.  The guys talked non-stop, and we realized they were pretty much coked out.  They dropped us off as Carl's Jr. or Del Taco, or whatever it was, and claimed they were going to run a couple errands, and then come back by, and give us a ride back to the event site.

The three of us had a cheap dinner, and the skinheads took their money Bob paid them, and bought a couple of 40's of beer.  Surprisingly, the two yuppie guys came back, but they got really paranoid about us, and didn't want to give us a ride back.  The skinheads said they must have chalked up another line and drifted off into coke paranoia.  Since it was dark when they gave a ride to the restaurant, we hadn't paid attention, and didn't even know how to get back to the event site.  The paranoid yuppies pointed us in the right direction, and took off.  So the skinheads and I walked a mile and a half or so, back to our contest site.  Luckily no police rolled by, since the skinheads started working on their beers as we walked.

Back at the AFA van, they chilled out to drink the rest of their 40's, and I was able to get a wristband from our contact, and I wandered around the fair for a while.  I wound up watching a really good cover band, playing a stage near the back gate, close to our contest area.  I remember the banded ended their set with a kick ass cover of Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride," and I headed out the back gate as fair closed down.

Back in our van, the skinheads were happily buzzed, and telling stories and were pretty mellow.  I grabbed my bike, and rode a little, jumping out of the crazy potholes and joking with the skinheads.  It was a pretty warm night, and as we started thinking about crashing out for the night, I joked, "I should sleep on top of the quarterpipe tonight."  It quickly went from a joke, to what seemed like a cool idea.  So I grabbed my sleeping bag, climbed up on the 4' by 8' deck of the quarterpipe, laid out my sleeping bag, and went to sleep.  The skinheads crashed out in the van, not far away.

The next thing I remember was feeling the wood below me rock, hear the buzz of tires on the ramp, and heard someone yell, "Whoa!"  I opened my eyes, half asleep, trying to figure out where the hell I was.  I looked out of my sleeping bag, and all I saw was sky all around me.  From somewhere below,  I heard a voice say, "There's someone sleeping on top of the ramp."  The voices below wondered if some bum had climbed up on the ramp overnight, and I woke up enough to remember I was sleeping on top of the AFA quarterpipe.  I sat up, and the guys below said, "Hey, it's Steve!" and started laughing.  I forget which riders it was, but it was one of the small groups of riders that was at every local AFA contest.  It may have been the Lakewood guys, because I remember when I sat up, I saw Jeff Cotter roll into one of the potholes, and jump out, doing a small no footer.  Jeff was a hardcore flatlander, and I knew he had a quaterpipe at home, but I'd never seen him jump anything. Still waking up, I remember thinking, "Whoa, Cotter can jump?"

By that time, several of the riders rolled over and started asking me if I actually slept on the quarterpipe all night, which they thought was pretty funny.  I started talking to those guys standing there, as other riders started hitting the quarterpipe, while I was sitting on top.  Someone asked why I slept on the ramp, and I told them the skinheads were crashed out in the van.  So immediately, a couple guys started knocking on the sides of the van to wake up the skinheads, who were not very happy with the wake-up call, since they were kind of hung over.

I climbed down from the deck of the ramp, and everyone started practicing on the ramp, and joking about the horrible potholes in the parking lot.  That turned quickly into little trains hitting the bigger potholes and jumping out, trying can-cans, no footers, X-ups, and lookbacks.  After that it turned into a normal, local AFA contest.  But it's the only AFA contest that year where riders were actually jumping out of potholes and doing variations during their flatland runs.  That was the joke of the day.

We held the contest, and as usual, I worked during it, then jumped on my bike and competed in flatland, and then helped tear everything down, along with our skinhead roadies and Bob, Suzy, and probably Riki, Bob's sister, who worked at the AFA.  We made the long trip back to Huntington Beach that night.  The big trailer and van were squirrelly, again, but we made it back without incident.  Then we took the skinheads bowling.

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Friday, November 8, 2019

For those about to rock... A few of my favorite rock performances on YouTube


Sometimes you just have to put on the headphones, crank it up, forget the world, and rock out.  Here are a few of my favorite rock performances for that purpose.  Taking me back to the days of riding the school bus home from high school in Boise to Blue Valley trailer park... Rush- "Tom Sawyer."

Dick Dale- "Miserlou" (This song inspired the movie Pulp Fiction)

Blue Man Group/Venus Hum- "I Feel Love"

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts- "Victim of Circumstance"

Kid Rock- "Bawitaba"- Live at Woodstock '99

Rage Against The Machine- "Killing in the Name Of"- 1993

Prince- Super Bowl Halftime performance edit

Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne, Steve Winwood, Prince, Dhani Harrison- "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"- George Harrison Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame induction

Kansas- "Carry on Wayward Son"

Manfred Mann's Earth Band- "Blinded by the Light"

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band- "Jungleland" 

ELO- "Fire on High"

The Guess Who- "No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature"

Three Dog Night- "Joy to the World" 

Joss Stone/ensemble- "Son of a Preacher Man"

Melissa Ethridge/Joss Stone- Janis Joplin's "Cry Baby" and "Piece of my Heart"

No Doubt- "Just a Girl" - Conan O'Brien Show 1996

The Foo Fighters & Joan Jett- "Bad Reputation" & "I Love Rock 'n Roll"

L7- "Fast n' Frightening"

Dropkick Murphys with Stephanie Doherty- "Dirty Glass"

Heart- "Crazy On You" 1976

Pat Benetar- "Hell is for Children"

Heart/Jason Bonham/ensemble- "Stairway to Heaven" - Kennedy Center Honors Led Zeppelin 2012

Meatloaf and Patti Russo- "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights" live


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Thursday, November 7, 2019

What the "Repo Market" is... and why it's important


Quick rule of international finance and central banking.  If you have to put $211 BILLION dollars, into ANYTHING, in TWO DAYS... that thing is pretty much FUCKED.  The Fed (the Federal Reserve, those people that aren't a U.S. government agency, but print our money) pumped $211 billion into the Repo Market a couple of weeks ago, in two days. It didn't go into our everyday economy, but straight into the financial markets.

Uh...OK... you're thinking, so what the hell is the Repo Market?  The Repo Market plays a role kind of like a pawn shop for the financial markets.  If you had $67 in your checking account, and you needed $100 minimum the next morning to avoid a fee, you'd need to come up with some money to put in your account.  One solution would be to take your X-Box to a pawn shop, get a $100 loan for it, then put the $100 into your bank account to avoid the fee.  When you could got your next paycheck, you would go back to the pawn shop, pay the $100, plus some interest, and get your Xbox back.  Everything's cool.

In the world of huge investment banks, and major banking, banks need to make certain numbers every night.  Your money doesn't just sit in a bank's vault.  We know most money moves as computer blips these days anyhow.  Banks have a very tiny fraction of the money people deposit in banks, and to keep them from going bankrupt, they have certain numbers to hit every day, to keep regulators happy, and to make a huge collapse like 2008, less likely.  So the Repo Market is kind of like a pawn shop for banks.  They go into a site, and the banks that need money to make their numbers, borrow money overnight, or for a few days, from banks that have extra money.

It's called the "Repo" market not because something gets repossessed, but because the banks sell something (like government bonds) to another bank, and they have a contact to buy it back in a day or two.  "Repo" is short for "repurchase," because those contracts are called "repurchase agreements." So every night, banks borrow billions from each other, and then pay it back in a day, or a few days.

The Fed tries to keep the interest rate for these Repo loans at a certain level.  But on September 23rd, 2019, the market went crazy, banks didn't want to loan to each other for some reason, and that interest rate shot from around 2% up to near 10%.  This meant banks with money didn't trust some of the other banks to pay the money back.  The video at the top of this page explains how The Fed created money, then shoved it into this market.  It's kind of like your car engine seizing because it needs a lot of oil, and the mechanic pours 4 quarts of oil into it, to keep it running.  But the engine is leaking so bad, it STILL doesn't want to keep running, so the mechanic (The Fed), just keeps pouring oil into it, instead of manning up and saying, "We need to rebuild this engine, it's toast."  The Fed doesn't want to admit they fucked up.  BIG TIME.  That's the basic, underlying problem. 

When I wrote this blog post on October 1st, I didn't know what the Repo Market was either.  In that post, I predicted that the biggest economic collapse, of our lifetimes, would begin in October 2019.  I have seen major trends converging, and the economic system deteriorating, for a long time.  October looked like it would be the flashpoint.  I predicted we would see a "Lehman Brothers" type moment.  In September 2008, after the earlier collapse of investment bank Bear Stearns, another investment bank, Lehman Brothers, went bust.  Nobody expected that, and the financial world FREAKED.  While we had actually been in a recession for a year at that point, it wasn't obvious to most people.  Things were happening behind the scenes, but looked pretty good on the surface.  The U.S. stock markets had still been going up, and that's the indicator of "the economy" in most people's thinking.

But when Lehman Brothers collapsed, the already very shaky economy, collapsed in a way that everyone could see.  The stock market dropped dramatically, everything went into turmoil, and President George W. Bush oversaw a shot of $600 billion into the economy from The Fed.  Coming into office in the middle of the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression of the 1930's, President Obama oversaw two more big injections of money into our financial system, to try and keep things afloat.  Those influxes of money into the economy were called "Quantitative Easing."  Why?  Because that's confusing term, and doesn't sound scary.  Basically, The Fed creates money out of thin air, and buys government bonds, or other things.  It also owns most of the massive $1.6 trillion in student debt, too.  But that's another mess.

The stock markets began to turn upward in early 2008, and have trended up until January 2018, a month after President Trump signed the huge tax cuts bill into law.  Since that time, the stock markets have risen, but they've gone to about, or just above the January 26, 2018 peak, and then dropped quite a bit.  Then they go back up, due to super cheap money available to the financial markets.  But they barely move above that January 2018 high mark.

Right now after hundreds of billions of dollars have been pumped into the financial markets in the last 6 weeks, the stock market is at a new high.  But it's only up about 4% in 21 months.  That's pathetic.  The stock market, at its peak right now, is up 2% a year for nearly the last two years.  It keeps beginning to drop, and The Fed and major banks do something, ANYTHING, to prop it back up for a while longer.  But the the things they do are getting less and less effective.  So the Repo Market, which never made news before, seized up on September 23rd, 2019.

What I didn't realize when I wrote that blog post on October 1st, was that the "Lehman Brothers Moment," had already happened.  The Spetember 23rd seizing of the Repi Markets was our "Lehman Brothers moment."  It just happened in a place so obscure, it made news for two days, was swept under the rug, and life went on.  But to keep life going on, The Fed pumped an average of $190 BILLION A DAY into the economy in October, and is still pumping tens and hundreds of billions of dollars in, nearly every day.

If we imagine that old car with the engine seizing because of an oil leak, The Fed didn't say, "It's fucked, let's take the time to pull the engine, and completely rebuild it."   Instead they put a 5 gallon oil tank on the hood, pouring oil straight into the engine, to keep it driving.  But THAT wasn't enough.  So basically, in this metaphor, our old car with the oil leak, now has a super tanker ship full of oil, sitting on top of the car, pouring oil into the engine, that they don't want to admit needs fixed.  That won't last forever.  This is by no means a perfect metaphor, but it captures the absurdity of the solution to the problem that the economy worldwide is facing. 

This is why we get billionaire investors like Ray Dalio writing essays like this one, "The World Has Gone Mad," and a lot of people actually read it.

 The reality is, WE ARE IN the "next" economic downturn.  It has already begun.

In 2008, we had a major bank collapse, Bear Stearns, and then a second, Lehman Brothers, and that freaked everyone out, and policy makers and The Fed went into war room mode to try and keep the economy going.  Now, The Fed and other economic leaders are taking massive actions, already comparable to 2008 in size, to keep one or more (likely several) MAJOR banks and businesses from collapsing like Lehman Brothers, AND they're pretending it's not happening.  We're getting the massive bailout, BEFORE the collapse.

That's not good.  As I have said for a couple of years, the serious recession we should have had in 2017 (and should now be working our way out of), has been held off by massive manipulation at levels unheard of in world history.  So now shit's just gonna get stupid at some point, more major businesses will fail, and A LOT of average people will really take a big hit, and it will get much uglier.  This is the kind of scenario that can implode an empire. 

Hopefully, instead, we take the hard hit financially, and rebuild a system in a way that's viable in today's hyper connected, high tech enabled world.  What we are seeing right now is THE BEGINNING of the disruption of our world economic system, which was built in and upon, the Industrial Age.  Remember when Napster went live, and completely changed the music industry... ONVERNIGHT?  That's happening to our economic system worldwide now.  Hang on.