A few weeks ago, Trevor Graves had a link to a video for a launch party for the Freestylin’ retrospective book pulled together by Mark Lewman:

Anyway, there’s a really short list of influential people I’d still consider heroes, and Mark Lewman and Andy Jenkins are two people who heavily influenced me through their magazine when I was around high school and a little before and a little after. I had some pictures of Lew from an event 20 years ago, so I sent them to Trevor to pass on, not really thinking much of it. Saying I have anything from 20 years ago makes me feel really old.

A month or so later I get a short email from Lew asking if I wanted one of these books. They only made 2500, and they’re not for sale, and up until that point I never thought there’d be a chance of getting my hands on one. I’ve never met him, and with the short run that were printed it was a really generous thing to do for someone he’s never met. I was stoked just to get an email from someone like that, let alone an offer for the book.

I just got home a little while ago after a really long day flying home from Florida and going straight to work, and there it was sitting at my door. The frozen dinner I had just picked up was still sitting on the floor by the front door, completely thawed almost an hour later while I was still looking at it… The book is fucking amazing. The creative direction and design of the magazine still holds up today, and the book captures all of what it was back then. There were plenty of lame aspects of freestyle BMX way back then as it was evolving, but the magazine could turn any of that into something amazing. It was a big part of defining action sports as a lifestyle and driving to create the atmosphere that exists today. Magazines like Thrasher did this too, but Freestylin’ took it even further. All of this is was what had led me to always want to work on creating the Burton catalogs.

There’s not many objects I could acquire that would carry the value of something like this, and it’s going to be a lot harder than usual to piss me off this week.

 

 

We did a long weekend in Sarasota for Labor day, just getting missed by Gustav.

Dedication:

I’ve been coming here my whole life and haven’t once seen it surfable. There were easily 100+ people in the water with shoulder to head high waves.

 

 

The guys at Pioneers are getting nuts with video…

 

 

We shot down to Atlantic City after work last night because Nick was going to be shooting a Red Bull tow-in surf contest at Caesar’s pier. We had an extra surprise when we found Steve from Pioneers there and in the contest along with a batch of east coast pros. It was cool to watch, and a good solution to unreliable waves. Nick was working hard and we got to catch up a little, and then went to Continental to get some dinner with Steve, who was so exhausted he looked like he had been plowed over by a bus.

 

 

 

 

This was the hail at my house today that we thought was going to come through the windows.

 

 

 

 

Day 7 was short and sweet. Breakfast at Lorn & Dottie’s, a quick trip to Extracto for some take-home beans, and the most un-eventful flight home we’ve had in a while. No running for planes, no lost bags, nothing. When I get some time, I’ll have a gallery of about 200 photos of Faz texting.

We used to eat piles of potato pancakes at Lorn & Dottie’s when we lived in PDX.

Every trip gets a final photo, and this was it. Philly airport at midnight and about 100 degrees.

 

 


  • We did another trip to Extracto.
  • Breakfast at Gravy. Enormous plates of food and really good.
  • Vintage shops in Hawethorne
  • Did our annual trip to The Office, one of my favorite stores anywhere.
  • We swung by the PeetKegler empire to distract Kegler and Kara for a good hour. They’re doing a lot of great work, and have a good view.
  • It’s not a trip to PDX without swinging by the piss-stench-filled Burnside skatepark.

Burnside

  • Off to Instrument’s global headquarters to meet up with Vin and Meghan.
  • We then headed to fun park, where we did a decathalon of video games, air hockey, batting cages, and go-karts. Settled the monkey on the air hockey table with no mercy, and I think I probably drew blood.
  • Where do you go from here? The Alibi, of course. Shitty karaoke but everything else top notch,

 

 


  • Breakfast at Grateful Bread, with some re-enactment of some of the greatest arguments ever.
  • The waves were flat, so we decided to hike up the cliff where we went 2 years ago in the dark.
  • Saw some idiots who don’t know how to drive in sand bury their cars. One guy thought his PT Cruiser would have no problem powering through deep sand. Then again, people in Portland can’t even drive in the rain and it rains all year there.
  • Headed back to Portland to be back in time for dinner. We stopped by Evert & Jenna’s to see the aftermath of the wedding, and things were looking pretty good.
  • With perfect timing, a skate deck that we ordered with a copy of Jenna & Evert’s invitation printed on it showed up just in time.
  • We met up with a bunch of people at Old Time Pizza, which is another kickass Portland restaurant. The few people that aren’t riding fixed gear bikes around Portland are riding vintage motorcyles. That is except for Ehren, who showed up on his semi-new Harley. It was backed up against some much and outdoor tables, and when the vintage bikes sounded like moped he hit the throttle on his and sprayed mulch all over the people eating on the sidewalk, which was funny as shit since he had no idea. They weren’t happy at all.
  • There was talk of going to see naked fire jugglers, and the guys on motorcycles headed out. Faz and I weren’t far behind, and we met up with them at Lucky Devil. There was plenty of naked but no fire juggling, and that was a let down.
  • Faz and I went back to Jenna and Evert’s to pick up Tara. They were watching the mountain of photos we took while Faz posed for a hundred pictures with the dog.