From cramming thirteen people into two rooms meant for four, to a barrage of tinder matches, this trip was everything you would expect BMX to bring you; good times, great laughs, and memories worth talking about for a very long time. And, all of this made possible by the magic of minimum wage labor - we all saved up and eventually became stable enough to plan a trip. It was originally supposed to be San Francisco but the forty-five degrees it had to offer made us venture east instead. The drive consisted of three cars and an overwhelming sense of curiosity. Some of us had gone out of state with our bikes before but never rolling this deep and never being this lost.
"It was a full blow abandoned town; cafe shops, gas stations, and a dozen wrecked empty houses laced together with some scattered belongings that were left behind on either side of every structure."
A little over half way to AZ we spotted these home/shack/crustybox things, all lined up, equal in size and distance but covered in graffiti with an extremely run-down looking appearance - like an abandoned piece of suburbia. Being the curious kids that we are we pulled off the side of the road to check them out. It was a full blow abandoned town; cafe shops, gas stations, and a dozen wrecked empty houses laced together with some scattered belongings that were left behind on either side of every structure. We peeped through some old store windows and gas station doors and eventually made our way about a half mile deeper into the town. This is where the houses were and one by one we began to go through them, finding things like images of demonic naked women on the inside walls, trap tables covered in every kind of pill imaginable, even some closets that still had an outfit or two in them. The floors of all the homes were not visible and remained covered in personal belonging ranging from mass amounts of VHS tapes, toys, trash, and cut open mattresses. One house had some old meth cooking equipment in it and in another I noticed a note that read “I love you daddy, I love you daddy, I love you daddy.” ready to be put on the fridge for the whole family to see. Really made us think... this was actually someones home at one point. We spent a good 45 minutes looking around the town and then proceeded to reaching Tempe.
I'd reserved the motel nearest to a University in the hopes that it would be packed with spots. It was, and luckily enough we happened to run into an Arizona local, Austin Aughinbaugh who became our spot guide and, by the end of the trip, a good friend. The Motel life itself was nuts, none of us had ever woken up in a situation where all your closest friends are sleeping a foot in a half away from you with pegs and bars hitting your back. It was fucking cramped, more fun than anything, but still cramped. Once everyone got ready the routine was just like back home; get into the car thats going to a breakfast spot you enjoy and go from there. After we would all eat we’d pick up Austin who lived only a few blocks away, then it was up to him to show us around. We went to a bunch of famous set ups and some we had never seen before - a productive good time all around. Later lunch would hit and we’d repeat the breakfast spot routine before going out to the next set of gems. We couldn’t get enough, but unfortunately the sun does go down in Arizona and it was way too cold to break out the lights so it was time to head back to the Motel and chill. On our second filming day Denim took a slam straight to his face which resulted in his ex girlfriend picking him up and driving him home. Aside from that extremely shitty bump in the road (understatement) the trip ran like this the whole way through.
Before we knew it our four day escape was over and it was time to head home. I was sitting on more than enough footage for the video and everyone was more than content with the clips they pulled. Not to mention Tak laced up this amazing gallery. The trip was a success.