Archive for March, 2008

Weather was pretty nice yesterday compared to Saturday. Got the street mission on down the Bay. Had been wanting to ride a newish curved wallride for ages and finally got to ride that, rad! Super grippy and white, perfect curve. Pretty mint to ride.

Dan street hop

Yours truly curved wallride, handed the camera to miles for this.

Street rats. Marcus has quit riding apprently to take up day time TV and surfing. Hope he gets well soon and gets riding… I am back in the shire on Saturday (probably) so going to get some rad Radley sessions on the go.

So I have been bare slack updating this recently. Blame too much coursework and too much rain for that! Hopefully weather will start picking up soon! Last easter was so good, first Aversion trip. Such good times.

Fakie hop with leaves

Went for a lil street ride today. Weather was nice but windy for most of it. The ride was cut short when it started snowing! Thought my hands were going to fall off…

Finally gave into temptation and got a fisheye. Really good fun, hopefully won’t overuse it too much, maybe for a few weeks! You can get so close in with it, nuts.

Dave with a crank flip, yeah 1998

Baz ‘Baz’ Bazzard with big old fakie hop

I was supposed to be going home this weekend, but think I am going to stay in Cardiff until next weekend. We have got a pretty cool ghetto garage set up with a concrete quarter and stuff. It’s pretty mint, roof over some of it too!! Will have to get some photos when Marcus decides to leave the comfort of his sofa! Slacker haha.

In other news Jim is off play ‘broke back mountain’ in freezing temperatures in the Lake District with some Hereford boys. Hopefully he will make it back alive. Til next time…

Here comes an update mans and gentlewomen. I haven’t had the camera out much over the past week or two, despite an abundance of fun times having happened. This is an old picture which reminds me of the good times in Bournemouth and the lovely people that reside there. This boy is alright. He’s even got a tattoo which makes him a tough guy.

Ollie Gun rules

So this Friday Aidan, Jen, Jib, Yak and I went out and did a disco in Oxford. In the day we went to Winchester, see someone else’s words and photo’s for more on that. We got back to 157 after a car party and drank some rum and whisky. Bus into Oxford where Aidan practiced his wedding speech for years to come, one of the best monologues I’ve ever heard. Got into a random pub, met Jib, had some giggles and headed to Aidan’s pub. As we walked in some dude’s were being thrown out fighting, standard in there! Jaggerbombs are the best, they got rinsed. Ended up in the Academy for drum & bass night, got wild as funk, discoed hard, rambled to people, saw old friends, general awesome fun. Ended up in the street shouting Shameless quotes at people down a traffic cone. Aidan’s sister got nuts the next morning because her pasta in the fridge got eaten, rad. Hopefully get some snaps from that off Jen some time.

Some good gay woods

I came up with this way of life were by everybody is only allowed three thoughts each day. I guess you have to make them good ones too. Then the rest of the day would be thoughtless and spontaneous, and the world would be much more exciting.
Ordered a new trail video going by the name of Analog yesterday. Can be purchased for a measly sum of ten pounds sterling from Segment. Check out the Ride magazine website for some previews and stuff probably.

Rambo bike check, 44-16

Tibet is currently occupied by China, so I did some research. The Dalai Lama, an inherited position held by the head of the Tibetan administration has been living in exile in India since 1959, even though he is one of the most important Tibetan figures. That shows just how bad the oppression of China is and what a hostile country it must be. Political savageness.
Although the woods got beaten up a little in the heavy downpours they are still looking bloody grand. Fixed up some stuff today which was collapsed and damaged but now it looks sharp. See what I did there, aren’t I so bloody clever? Wordplay. I’m going to watch Shameless now, so should you. Peace and love. x

This weekend I headed down to Bournemouth to stay with some serious rude boys. On arriving in Bournemouth I went down to Ashley’s shop that he’s running for Revell bikes dude. The place is seriously the most dialled bike shop I’ve ever seen in my life, absolutely amazing. Hung out with Ash for a while, chatted some mouth words then went for a pedal at the world’s greatest skate park, Slades Farm.
After a little session with Pickles, we headed to Kings Park and met the wonderful child that is Oliver Gun. All I know is someone had attached some metal sticks to his axles…also met a cool lad called Paddy, from Dorchester, digs jumps, nuff said.

BMX Plus shop, Bournemouth

Friday night Ollie, Ash, Azza and I sessioned some bicycle motocross videos followed by Daisy’s and O’Neill’s. There were some dudes already getting rad in there, including Bournemouth’s burliest BMX rider, Kenny. That dude is obscene, and getting hitched in Vegas, ripper. Saw some real kooky band in O’Neill’s, chilled with an abundance of old people and did some heckling. Sweet.

Three rad dudes - cleaner, security and manager

Saturday we woke up haggard to a dull day, so Ollie and me did some touring. We hit up Ash’s shop, Gilly’s place, the trails, the race track, Sainsbury’s, the whole nine yards. Tried to steal a seat post from Gilly’s for fun and got caught, chilled with him, then he got told off by his boss for neglecting the other customers and ran along like a little bitch!

Ollie and Jesus, product models

Scene

Saturday night got hot too. Highlights involving Aron generally being an awesome mess as usual, a strip club promoter screaming at me up the road for taking the piss, Sailor Jerry’s in Daisy’s, raving in the consortium, apparently drinking with the Hoosiers in 60 million postcards, Azza getting affection from some dude in the street. Pretty dialled night all round really.

Ashley Charles photography and bicycle

So yes, here comes the plugging. In complete honesty, BMX Plus is the most awesome BMX shop I’ve ever had the pleasure of entering. They have so much stock it’s untrue, every part a kid could ever want. Add to that the fact that Ash knows his shit and is one of the coolest guys around, then that should be reason enough to shop there. Plus he does smelly vegan farts, which clear whole bars. Seriously, if you’re buying anything for your bike, get to this shop. The phone is a Bournemouth number (shown in the shop picture), not sure if they do mail order but try it I guess. Support a good thing when you see it.

Serious amounts of merchandise

Sprockets…

Managed to sneak in a cheeky session at the farm before the rain on Sunday. Gilly shredded as usual, Steff was generally rad and Ollie had pegs. Lee also showed up for a while, the Dead End frame looks amazing. Production models are on there way some time in the near future hopefully, so be sure to check them out if you’re in the market for a new bike. Another Bournemouth commotion that shreds life. I did some lawnmowers, got a goodbye kiss from Jesus and headed home. Also checked out the bridge on route home, the spot is sweet but I felt like a ragged little rag doll so didn’t stay long. Winch rules.

New stuff getting done this year

Far and wide the best weekend I’ve experienced in bloody ages, so much fun with a bunch of incredible guys. Cheers for the hospitality Oliver. Shame the weather’s shit the bed this week, go get muddy in the woods I guess. Remember, BMX Plus and Dead End, shameless endorsement I know. Peace and love you hippies. X

Due to popular demand from at the very least, one of Blewbmx’s fans, I am doing an update on a grotty Thursday evening. So what’s been happening then? Well for one thing we (Yak, Aidan, Jen and I) pretty much sorted out a house to live in near the Cowley road, only to be let down as we filled in the forms to retain the property. Couldn’t have been any more last minute, NEVER trust anyone at Charles Lawson’s estate agents, they’re an authentic bunch of con artists.

Pick it, lick it, flick it

This photo shows Ray Smith doing a nose pick over, only had his front brake three weeks and can already do a zillion front brake stunts. He made it clear that the world should know this mean feat. However, he has been practicing front braking for years in his car for years so that’s an advantage. He is also the toughest guy in his suburb for his age, size and hair style, well tough. On a serious note Ray does completely shred the techno moves. Rumour has it that Gregg and him are going proper drag racing their cars sometime soon, hopefully get to watch that happen, should be awesome.

Step through Honda Vision

Here is another stunt that I made John learn. No one else has ever had any influence over this kid’s riding. I am his sole trainer, motivator and influence. Ray ent taught him nuffink bruvva, especially not hand rails. I also claim a 75 % steak in his X Games winnings in years to come and plan to retire on those spoils. Fact.

I’ve been car hunting, this one’s in the maybe pile

Tonight I should be out doing a night out sleeping in a lorry and delivering more bathroom equipment in the morning. I am however back at home, still getting paid £20 night out money. Amazing. In other amazing news, a lady from Banbury was on Ant & Dec Saturday night, with a prank set-up job involving Boyzone, some fake beards, a taxi and the lady’s naked body. I didn’t see it but by all accounts it was splendid.

Second update with this beautiful photo, take it, Gilly and Jesus

This weekend I should be taking a trip down to see my brothers in Jamaica. Jamaica, Bournemouth, I get confused, somewhere like that I think. Hopefully the weather will dial itself right in and all will be well on the yellow brick road. Ollie puts on a tremendous spread, no doubt I will be greeted by a seafood platter, some fine wine and evening at the theatre. He’s terribly cultured, especially considering he originally arrived in the country as a building site labourer from Poland. Leaps and bounds I tell thee.

Some bloody rad old timer

This old dude was world freestyle champion in the 80’s. Word on the apple vine is this means Calvin Harris still has love for him, although he was born in the mid to late 50’s. I’m going to watch Hollyoaks on E4, a whole damn day earlier than Channel 4. If that isn’t high tech then I couldn’t possibly tell you what is. Peace and love. x