Showing posts with label BMX dirt jumping. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 23, 2024

The 1991 2-Hip King of Dirt contest at Mission Trails


This is probably the craziest day of shooting video, for its time period, of any BMX footage I ever shot.  In early 1991, pro rider and promoter, Ron Wilkerson, held a 2-Hip King of Dirt contest at Mission Trails, outside of San Diego.  The next day there was a King of Vert comp at a halfpipe, somewhere in San Diego.  I shot footage there, too, but it never got used in anything.  I lost all of my raw footage and video masters when I moved to North Carolina in 2008, this clip is what's left of my footage from that weekend.  Here's what I remember...

First I need to set the stage.  BMX "died" in early 1989.  At the big bike industry trade show in Long Beach, California, that January, the entire bike industry decided, "BMX is dead, mountain bikes are the new thing."  So money was sucked out of the BMX world, and the manufacturers focused on the growing mountain bike industry.  In 1988, I think there were 12 or 13 "factory" or major BMX freestyle teams touring the U.S..  By the summer of 1989, it was down to Haro and GT teams, going on tour. 

With the hype, promotion, and nearly all money drained out of the BMX and freestyle worlds, just the hardcore riders were left by late 1989.  To be clear, by "hardcore," I don't just mean the best pros, but all the people who just really loved actually riding bikes, and weren't riding because just to turn pro, try to make money, impress other people, or because their friends thought it was cool.  There were a lot of riders, myself included, all over the world, who weren't necessarily the greatest riders, but really loved riding, and kept riding going into the ramen days of the early 1990's.  So from 1989 to 1995, when the ESPN's Extreme Games began (renamed "X-Games" in 1996), BMX and BMX freestyle was mostly people working real jobs, and riding as much as possible in their spare time.  Ron Wilkerson became the main contest promoter, with the 2-Hip King of Vert halfpipe series, and the Meet the Street comps, going into this era.  Mat Hoffman, who turned pro in 1989, just in time for the "death" of BMX, poured his soul into BMX, and started his B.S. contests a couple of years later.  

Also in this era, the rider-owned BMX bike companies started, and took hold.  Some were partially inspired by skateboarder Steve Rocco who started World Industries skateboards in 1987, which grew rapidly as Street skating took off.  BMXers began to start their own businesses.  S&M Bikes started in 1987, and Chris Moeller bought out his partner, and began running the business solo, in 1989, I believe.  In the following years, FBM Bikes, Standard Byke Company, Eastern Bikes, Hoffman Bikes, Ronnie Bonner's UGP, Brad McDonald's Ride magazine, and others all came out, and got off the ground, among others.  So all the punk rock inspired, DIY vibe was really turning into real products and businesses during this same era of the late 1980's and early 1990's. 

Another big change during this period was the rise in consumer and prosumer video equipment.  When BMX Plus! magazine and the BMX Action Trick Team made their first BMX videos, in 1985 or so, they had to hire a video production company, people that made local TV commercials, industrial training videos, and things like that.  Those people knew nothing about BMX or action sports.  The "broadcast quality" video cameras and editing equipment (tape to tape editing, not digital), were really expensive.  Those early BMX videos, 30 or 40 minutes long, cost $35,000 to $40,000 or more to produce, at a time when no one was really sure if they'd even sell.  Then they had to get VHS copies made, which cost about $3 each, make boxes, and then market them.  It was really easy to lose money making niche videos, on any subject, in the early and mid 1980's.  

By 1989-1990, S-VHS and Hi8 cameras were out, and improving quickly, as those years passed.  Those new video cameras, and lower cost editing VCR's, let guys like Eddie Roman make Aggroman (1989), Mark Eaton start the Dorkin' in York series (1988?), and I made The Ultimate Weekend (1990).  All of the sudden, regular people, like us, could make the kinds of videos we wanted to watch, for a few hundred, or maybe a few thousand dollars.  Once one of us owned a decent prosumer camera, S-VHS or Hi-8, we could go shoot video of our friends for the price of a blank video tape, gas money, and lunch.  That meant we could try all kinds of ideas, and shoot footage of anything we felt like shooting.  A handful of us, started trying to make our own videos in the late 1980's and early 1990's, then many others jumped in, and started making their own videos, until their were dozens of BMX (and skateboard, and snowboard) videos coming out every year.  

Not only did the BMX industry dramatically slow down coming out of the late 1980's, but the different types of BMX riding began to slowly morph into their own genre's.  In the early 1980's, pretty much every BMX freestyler not only rode flatland and ramps, but often raced sometimes, did some dirt jumping, and did a little street riding.  As the freestyle aspect of BMX evolved rapidly, some people began to focus on different aspects of riding, and flatland, dirt jumping, pool and quarter pipe riding, and street riding all began to evolve, and more and riders began to focus on one or two of these genre's, as tricks and moves and bike set-ups changed for each type of riding. 

That period also had a real world recession happening, starting in 1990, which dragged on for years in particularly in Southern California real estate.  All of these weird things were happening at once coming out of the 1980's and into the early 1990's:  BMX "died" in 1989, a long economic recession began, the prosumer video revolution was going on, and guys were starting their own grassroots BMX businesses.  There was a lot of change happening in and out of action sports.  It was in this context that Ron Wilkerson decided to have one of the first dirt jumping contests, at Mission Trails, home of the already legendary DEATH JUMP.  

Dirt jumping itself goes back to way before BMX bikes, and it had been a main part of BMX since the earliest days of the 1970's.  But dirt jumping contests were a pretty new thing.  There was a big King of Dirt Jam in 1987, bringing racers and freestylers together to jump for fun.  Some of the bigger BMX tracks started building one big style jump off the main track, and having jumping comps at national races.  The jumps were big sets of doubles, and guys like Chris Moeller, Dave Clymer, John Paul Rogers, Todd Lyons, Tim "Fuzzy" Hall, and a few others were the top jumpers going into the 1990's.  

But Death Jump at Mission Trails was different.  Today, I think of this as the first step in the mega ramp era.  Yes, Mat Hoffman built the first, 21 foot high mega quarterpipe a year later, in 1992.  But death jump had the downhill roll-in, to a jump, across a big gap, to a huge downhill landing, like today's mega ramps.  It was totally different than the normal 3 or 4 foot high, 10 to 18 foot long, sets of doubles that most jumpers rode then.   The roll-in was maybe seven or 8 feet high, dropping down to a four foot high lip, which shot riders over a 25 foot plus gap, to a huge downhill landing.  Sure, it was much smaller than today's mega ramps. But bikes also snapped sometimes when riding off loading docks in those days.  Death Jump was HUGE by 1991 standards, a major step up in riding evolution.  So there was real trepidation in the minds of riders heading to Mission Trails on that sunny, Saturday afternoon in 1991.  

I rode down there in John Povah's old car, with Keith Treanor and Alan Valek, who you get a glimpse of in the beginning of this clip.  There were maybe 150 people total at this contest, featuring several of the best BMX bike riders in the world at the time.  The pro purse for first place was maybe $300, if that.  Personally, I had been there once, several months before, and saw Gary Laurent jump Death Jump, a shot that's in The Ultimate Weekend.  Gary was a seasoned rider, and he just jumped it, even he didn't try a trick over it.  In 1991, Death Jump at Mission Trails was the biggest BMX jump anywhere, and even the best jumpers had to push it to just clear the jump, let alone try any trick over it.

This contest happened four or five months after I finished editing The Ultimate Weekend, in the fall of 1990, and I was shooting footage for my "next video," which I was hoping to make in late 1991 or 1992.  I just knew it was going to be a cool contest, and wanted to get video of it.  That next video didn't end up happening until 2001.  Instead, a few months later, Chris Moeller at S&M called me up, wanting to make the first official S&M Bikes video, Paul Green had done a VHS video already.  So, I edited this clip for the first official S&M Bikes video, Feel My Leg Muscles... I'm a Racer.  So I used mostly the S&M riders where possible, along with the best tricks by other riders.  Tim "Fuzzy" Hall was there, and I didn't use any footage of him, and he was stylish as ever.  Mike Krnaich landed tailwhip jumps over the tabletop, and was trying double tailwhips, which no one had done on dirt then, and I didn't use any shots of him.  

I edited S&M's "Leg Muscles" video, sitting on the floor or the tiny living room of Chris Moeller's "Winnebago" apartment, with my S-VHS video camera, an S-VHS prosumer VCR that Moeller bought, and a 40 of beer.  No edit controller, I did it Play-Record-Pause, by hand.  So it sucked, but we were going super low budget at the time.  There's some shots of Keith and Chris over the doubles, then Crazy Red with a tailwhip attempt and a decade jump landed over the tabletop jump, in the contest.  Then the contest moved to the double jump, which was tall and steep for those days.  This was the jump where the most riders did some cool tricks.  But I just included a couple shots of S&M flow rider Crazy Red, and Mat Hoffman, who tried the first backflip attempt over a dirt double jump that anybody had ever seen.  Mat blew everyone's minds with those two flip attempts, the first on video.    

Then the contest went to Death Jump.  We have S&M Bikes owner, Chris Moeller clearing the jump several times (yellow bike), and he does a tabletop and a no hander.  Nuts.  Earlier, freestyler Bill Nitschke comes up short and hangs front wheel, leading to one of the worst slams of the day.  Dave Clymer, a double A pro racer then, makes it, then has to eject on his second try, doing his crucifix slide down the gnarly landing, saved by his trusty mailman shorts.  Keith Treanor hucks it, doesn't have the distance, and does a unique one hand two foot slide down the landing.  The guy with no shirt was a local, who could comfortably clear Death Jump, and he did it several times that day.  But he wasn't going to try a trick over it.  Dennis McCoy, in jeans, shoulder pads, and full face helmet, the top overall freestyler of the era, hucked a partial backflip attempt and a 720 attempt, and both ended with BASE jumping level bails.  Mat Hoffman, known as a vert pro then, not a dirt jumper or pro racer, clears the insane distance several times, and blew everybody's mind with a no footer to no footed can-can to no footer.  That, and Moeller's no hander were the tricks of the day over Death Jump.  BMX riding jumped up another level with that day's riding at Mission Trails.  Everyone knew bigger things than any of us had seen before, were possible.  This was one of those contests that changed bike riding forever, in one day.

But the talk of the day was Mike "Crazy Red" Carlson, who I had only seen once before, when I shot some him landing a toe-dragger tailwhip over the big doubles at Edison High trails, in Huntington Beach, a year earlier.  That was the first tailwhip over doubles on video, I think.  And I didn't even know Mike when I shot the footage, he just showed up.  At the Mission Trails King of Dirt, Mike "Crazy Red" Carlson was just trying every insane idea he could think of, over the biggest jump anywhere, and lived through the bails.  He hucked it as hard as the biggest names in the sport, and crashed harder, and more, than all of them.  His just ridiculous crashes make this video the craziest shit any of us had seen at that point.  If there was a Hugo Gonzales Huck It award that day, Mike would have taken it.  It was an epic day of BMX, at a time when only the most hardcore people were still riding, and Eddie Roman and I caught parts of it on video.  

I was working at my first "real" TV production job at the time, just over the hill from the Hollywood sign, in the San Fernando Valley above Studio City.  A former co-worker got me on that year's production crew making the monster truck and supercross TV show series for 1991.  I was just a production assistant.  As fate or luck would have it, motorcycle stuntman Johnny Airtime worked in a nearby office of the same company.  Though I had only met him once, I made a 3/4" copy (sort of pro caliber) of some of this footage, and sent it through an interoffice memo to Johnny Airtime.  Much to my surprise, he called me up a couple of days later, and this BMX footage Mission Trails blew his mind.  For those who don't know, Johnny Airtime did stunts like this, and others, back then.  He was a stunt coordinator, and motorcycle distance jumper, for The World's Greatest Stunts and Stuntmasters TV shows.  He asked what BMXers could do in the way of a big stunt.  We brainstormed for 15 or 20 minutes on the phone, and came up with the idea of a rider doing a 360 over three flaming cars.  I left that job a month or so later.  I never talked to Johnny Airtime again.  Much to my surprise, a couple years later, I learned that this had happened.  It's a crazy world.  

This post was inspired by a podcast I just watched, from a few years ago.  Somebody mentioned The Ultimate Weekend, and made fun of it, which is fine.  Then they all talked about this contest at Mission Trails for a minute, and that gave me the idea to write this post.  

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Wednesday, January 10, 2024

Triple Challenge dirt jumping contest in Anaheim


For any of you who didn't catch it, here's the Our BMX Finals Highlights edit of the Triple Challenge BMX dirt jumping contest in Anaheim, California last weekend (January 6, 2024) 

Supercross racing in Anaheim in January is a big tradition in Orange County, California.  Just over 30 years ago, my first "real" TV crew guy job was working on the 1991 Supercross season.  While I heard about people going to check out Supercross races before that, I'd never actually gone to see a race live.  It's a freakin' insane thing to witness, and I tried to catch the Anaheim races in the years after that whenever possible.  

Years ago, they added a BMX jumping contest out in the pits area, in the parking lot, to each Anaheim race.  Now called the BMX Triple Challenge.  The jumps, as you can see above, look like a small mountain range, with the mega roll-in heading into the three ginormous sets of doubles.  I haven't made it to check out this event since I've been back in CA, the last few years, but that's what the video is for.  

I captured this still off the Our BMX footage from the video above.  This is not R Willy, it's Jaie Toohey, front bike flip that almost got away from him, but he actually landed this.  Video game stuff in real life.  


A Supercross story from the P.O.W. BMX House days... 1992 or 1993...

Back in the early 1990's, the first real BMX house formed.  In a house on Iroquois street in Westminster, California, a bunch of pro BMX racers moved in, and out over a 4 or 5 year period.  The early guys called it the P.O.W. House, for Pros Of Westminster.  Rent ranged from about $95 to $120 a month, with guys sharing bedrooms in the 4 bedroom house.  The backyard was turned into a little jumping line, and later filled with mini ramps.  Alan Foster, Chris Moeller, Dave Clymer, John Paul Rogers, John Salamne, Lawan Cunningham, Jai Lonergan, and Brian Foster were some of the 22 official residents of the house.  Pretty much every BMX traveler from around the world crashed on the couches of the floor during those years, at some point.  I lived there twice, for several months each time, in 1992-93,  

In January, either 1992 or 1993, our crew from the P.O.W. House headed out to watch the Anaheim Supercross, and we got there late.  The only tickets were way up high, and kind of expensive to our meager wallets, $14 each or something like that.  The other guys took off, I told them to leave me there.  Since I had worked on TV crews the year before, I had an idea.  

I walked around the stadium, found the TV camera crew, told them I was a good P.A., a production assistant, and offered to work for free.  I was believable enough, and the producer hired me on the spot, saying he'd pay me $50 for the night's work.  Deal.  He pointed me to a cameraman I'd be helping, and I was soon helping unroll cables for the cameras.  

I wound up getting a free spaghetti dinner, and then working all evening with the starting line cameraman.  Instead of watching the motos from the nosebleed seats, I was literally standing in front of that motorcycles, on the track, as they revved up, right before the start of every moto.  My cameraman was right in the middle of the first straight, getting the head on shot of all the racers.  I was about a third of the way across the starting straight, holding the camera cable, there were no wireless cameras in TV back then.  When the model turned the starting card sideways, we had something like 30 seconds to run off the racetrack, and I had to pull all the camera cable out of the way before the riders raced by, so they wouldn't get tangled up in it.  

It's a hell of the way to see the Supercross.  After each start, we'd run through the infield to the third turn, dodging all the assorted people down there, and I'd unwind the cable along the way.  The camerman took position on the backside of the berm, on the third turn, and the racers would be coming at us each lap, through the whoop-de-doo section.  Then they would charge through the berm, right in front of us.  It was hard work, but man, that was the coolest way to watch a Supercross race ever.  

The celebrity guest that night was David Faustino, Bud Bundy from the TV show Married with Children, so I saw him walk by, surrounded by security (he's a really small guy), at close range.  He waved to the crowd, and said a few words on the mic, I think.  Then it was back to racing.  Standing on the berm, watching all the top MX racers bouncing through the whoops right at me, was a sight I'll never forget.  Amazing night.  

After the race, it took maybe 45 minutes to coil all the cables, and pack up the camera gear, and I learned the over/under technique for coiling the coax cable used for video cameras.  It was a solid 6 or 7 hours of work, but fun work.  I wound up getting either $75 or $100, I think.  A check came in the mail a few days later.  They asked if I wanted to help them at the next Anaheim race, a year later.  I caught a bunch of buses back to the P.O.W. House, getting home like 3am, with a hell of a story to tell the next morning.  My crazy idea to not only watch it for free, but get paid to watch the Anaheim Supercross, paid off.  If you've never seen a supercross race live, go see one when you get the chance.  It's about the most insane sport ever. 


OK, not the biggest, gnarliest thing in the best trick jam, but definitely innovative.  Tucker Smith with a nac-nac seat spinner.  He loosened his seat, and spun it around mid air.  I'm 57 years old, never seen this one before.  Video still from the Our BMX edit.

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Tuesday, July 25, 2023

X-Games 2023 dirt finals... and a bit more


First of all, Google maps has to add a new mountain range to their map every time there's a BMX dirt contest now.  The size of the jumps is just ridiculous at this point.  Second, everything the riders are doing, and almost doing, is fucking incredible these days.  But I'm sharing this for one reason, the guy you see comment at 11:06.  Wow.

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Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Boozer Mike Memorial Jam 2019- #4

 The one close up photo that came out for me, S&M rider Jesse Gregory (@lilibmxwolf on Instagram) with a one footer Hannah (or maybe a griz air on dirt) type thing over Titties.  That's the name of the jump, OK, I'm not trying to be a creepy old dude, this jump has been called Titties for 25 years or so.  It's a BIG jump, the main style jump at Sheep these days.  Jesse was shredding all day long, like always.
 This was the man of the day, and winner of the best trick, even with Dylan Stark and Hucker in the mixer.  Tucker Smith fucking rips on dirt.  There's no other way to say it.  He was tearing up all day long, and pulling huge cliffhangers, and a bunch of other variations.  I saw him nail big 3's, a 360 whip, and several other variations.  I missed the peak of his cliffhangers every try, every time he would peak with his hands way up away from the bars, and only his toes on the bars.  Freakin' insane.  The cool part about this photo was the random luck of the guy with the Tucker Tire T-shirt in the foreground.  I put this on Facebook, and Tucker says he actually buys tires from that shop.  Too funny. 
I grew up in Ohio, and sledding every winter made for some fun times as a kid.  There's nothing quite like bombing down a snowy hill on a big toboggan with your friends.  But this is Southern California, the snow here is way up in the mountains, and the only toboggan you're going to see here is one like this at sheep Hills.  Classic style.

Monday, October 28, 2019

Dylan Stark channel's footage from the Boozer Memorial Jam Saturday


He came.  He hucked during the best trick jam.  And after about 9 attempts- really close to rolling away attempts- at a huge tailwhip 180, Dylan Stark walked out of Sheep Hills really dirty, kind of bloody, and probably pretty damn sore.  And he had another event to ride in later.  His posse got this great footage of the best trick jam, the last bit of a long, great day of BMX.

The first annual Boozer Mike Memorial Jam was set up to honor Mike "Boozer" Brown, BMX racer, hardcore jumper, Sheep Hills builder from the early 90's, and integral part of the Sheep Hills jumping scene, through its whole existence.  Mike was paralyzed from the waist down in a racing accident several years ago, struggled with health issues since, and died in August.  This jam was set up by friends to have a great day of BMX riding in his honor, and raffle off some amazing prizes to raise money for Mike's mom, Kathy, and help with funeral and other expenses.  It was a great day of what BMX is really all about.  Ride In Peace Mike.  

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Nasty Jam... Better than toe jam


The Nasty Jam.  So... dirt jumper Cory Nastazio held this jam so long ago, even he doesn't remember what year it was.  The location was Gorman, OK, outside of Gorman, which is the middle of nowhere, off The Grapevine.  That's what the 5 freeway, north of Los Angeles, is called, as it rises up out of the central valley, and winds through the Santa Susana mountains, and then back down into the San Fernando Valley, just north of the L.A. basin itself.

Last night, I asked Athene, Freddie Chulo's girlfriend at the time this happened, what year this was.  I knew their boy Armando was toddler size, and by gauging Armando's size, she used her mom memory, and she pegged this as the Spring of 2002.  So I'm going with that, because I don't remember exactly.  Thanks Athene.

I can't remember how I heard about this, I was sort of randomly running into the Sheep Hills locals at this point, now and then, and I rode up to the Nasty Jam with Barspinner Ryan Brennan (:23), Freddie Chulo, Athene, little Armando, and another rider.  Marvin Lotterle, maybe?  I'm not sure.  I took my video camera to shoot footage, so my footage of this is another bit I lost in 2008, when I moved to North Carolina.

We were all pretty broke then, and we drove up from Orange County, through L.A. itself, through the Valley, up the Grapevine, and then down some desert road.  We passed the Middle of Nowhere about two miles before we got there.  Then we got up there, and it was in a federal park or state park or something, which meant there was like a $8 vehicle charge.  There were like five of us, and we didn't really have the money (if we wanted to eat later, which we did).  We called this lady who was helping Cory put on the event, and she said, "There's five of you and you can't afford $8?"  She got the obvious answer back, "We're BMXers."  Sure, Cory Nastazio was a BMX rock star then, rollin' fat and blingin', and Stephen Murray (:24) pretty much was as well, but not the rest of us.  Anyhow we scraped it up, and bounced down the Jeep trail to the Nasty Jam.

Although it was way up in the mountains, it had that total backyard feel.  One big, sketchy-ass jump, with a dirt mound roll in a ways away.  Plywood on the ground to smooth things out a bit, and hot, hot Southern California desert sun.  The riding, for that time, was off the chain, as you can see in the clip.  Cory himself was blasting turndown flips, stretched Superman-seat grabs, and 360 tailwhips.   I remember Reuel Erickson was doing his Superman decade jumps, which I'd never seen before.  Then we had the flips, 360 tables (Butler was there), and other variations of the day.

At a time when the X-Games was turning action sports into big crowd, overly organized, stadium-like events, the Nasty Jam was low key, chill, half-assed (in organization) and loads of fun, just like we like it. There were a dozen pros maybe, and a bunch of young kids running around and watching.  It was a fun afternoon in the mountains with bikes.  Or a camera, in my case.  Like they said, we bought raffle tickets, a little money was raised to help a fan of Cory's, a couple bikes were given away, and the band played as the afternoon faded. 

The whole BMX posse headed down into Gorman, or one of those I-5 crossroads places, for a dinner that was paid for by Nasty, or someone.  We took over some upscale type burger place, and had a great dinner and talked smack and joked around.

One thing I specifically remember was that the woman who helped Cory put on the Nasty Jam had a son, a skinny kid who was totally into BMX.  That kid was going around, table to table, talking to all the pros, and telling them he planned to be a pro rider like them some day.  I learned many years before, that those random kids actually might turn into amazing riders some day.  Mat Hoffman and Steve Swope were two random kids I met in Tulsa in 1986, when they were unknown to the national scene, a couple months before Mat first got sponsored.  So when some 14-year-old kid tells me he's gonna be a pro someday, I keep in mind that it just might happen.

Obviously, I'm talking about that kid for a reason, because he's this guy now:



Yep, that kid hanging out at the restaurant was a young Dakota Roche, then coming up on his 15th birthday.

 I saw him around now and then after that, and remembered his name.  So that's another tale of why you shouldn't blow off random kids you meet at a contest or out riding, you never know who they'll be.  And last night, Armando Chulo, a toddler at the Nasty Jam, learned he spent a day chilling with Dakota Roche, before anyone knew who he was.  Armando's a tall guy of about 19, heading out on his own now.  How quickly they grow up.  Well, except for Nasty, not sure if he's ever gonna grow up.  What's he up to these days, anyway?

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Kieran Woolley's "Opera" segment

I never heard of him before today, which doesn't mean much.  But this is a really cool skate segment, so check it out.   I do most of my...