Over the course of last week, I found myself shooting on the East Coast of Fl., then a day later, shooting on the West/Central Coast of Florida. In hindsight, the most consecutive days of hard riding and consistent photo snapping I’ve tucked under my belt in awhile.
Mulville: Bump Jump One Footed Tabe on a Indy track directly in front of the Dali Museum.
Terry Adams: Whip in Paradise. St. Pete Beach.
Terry Adam: Blender on a fishing pier.
Trey Jones, handling his own backyard. You are your own master.
Chad Degroot: 180 wall carve at Trey Jones.
Scott Weaver: hitchhiking in between transitions. This was truly incredible to watch.
Degroot: Nose fakie at Trey’s.
Degroot: Low wheelie spin amidst a flat/street hybrid session.
Terry Adams: About the fifth whip air he’s pulled. Honor to have caught it.
Mulville: Shoulder dip while dropping a hand over the hip.
For the past two years, I’ve had the honor to stop by Dave White’s house (Area 43) in San Diego for an infamous Saturday session. Things get wild, always. And the cast of legendary riders that roll through is pretty humbling for me: getting out the camera is nothing less of an honor.
This year, Mulville and I were in the area for a Profile bike shop tour. It made sense to wake up at the crack of dawn and drive 90 miles south from Riverside to Dave’s perfectly manicured yard/ramp. At 9am, we put rubber to wood, baked in the sun for 6-1/2 hours, and left actually not wanting to leave: We had to drive 3 hours north-east to Palm Desert.
Thanks to Dave White for the hospitality. Thanks to the locals for an incredibly dialed session and for being easily photogenic. Until next year…
Dave White: Pushing a nose as far as it can go.
One of the most positive dudes in bmx. Dirt Ron. Late candy bar over the spine.
Keith Treanor: Taking a break from managing the Colony bmx warehouse here in the states. One footed tooth on the extension.
Sean Yarroll: First rider in, last rider to leave. Classic flatty at 3pm.
Adam Watkins: After working at Ride Magazine 5 days a week, this is what you do on your weekend.
Mulville: Top sided Can over the hip.
Dave White: Suicide up the step up.
I asked Dirt Ron if he’d mind if I shot this nose fakie. With a giant grim, he executed 4 in a row for me. Thanks man.
Sean Yarroll: Pocket transfer just about 6 hours into the session.
Adam Watkins: Perfect One-footed invert over the hip.
Dave White: I shot this same photo last year. The ramp, the sky, and Dave’s positioning were so dialed, I had to shoot it again.
From 1991 to 1992, there was a vert ramp jammed in a tiny warehouse in Avon Park (across the street from Tampa Stadium). This was the beginning of Tampa as Vert skating capital of the US. I was 15, and with a group of other riders my age, we’d get our parents to drop us off every Saturday night.
None of us knew how to ride vert, but we’d carve that monster ramp late into the night. It never got old.
Beyond that, all those vert skaters were real cool to us, always down to let us session: Brian Schaefer, Paul Zitzer, Mike Frazier, etc…
A year later, Skatepark of Tampa opened (1993). And from the get go, Schaefer and crew were 100% down with bmx. We’d ride by day, and by night, SPoT would serve as venue for some of the best hardcore/punk shows in the history of this city.
Now, 21 years later, they’re still completely behind us. This coming year will be the 5th annual SPoT Roast. In between, at some point, we’ll be throwing another bowl jam.
Hours are below…Thanks again to SPoT and Brian Schaefer for years of support.
Stoked to have this historic park in our city.
Here’s a mix I put together of some of the locals who always make the sessions dialed.
Monday through Sunday: Bowl is open for Bmx.
Wednesday: Open noon to 9pm for Bmx (whole course).
Sunday: Open 7pm to 10pm for Bmx (whole course).
The Crew: Timmy Cano, Travis Reavis, Thomas Sanders.
Sundays are the witching hour for Tampa Folk. Wake early, do an anti-rain dance and hope the hard work pays off. Today it did: no rain with plenty of pedal time clocked.
I met up with Travis Reavis, later Thomas Sanders, and finally Timmy Cano.
We left with sunburns, salty skin and plenty of good times under our belt.
This is what I captured, enjoy.