What prompted the move to the West Coast of Canada?
The National BMX team of Canada trains in B.C. So I graduated high school and left for B.C. the next day. I actually moved out there with my sister; she raced BMX as well. It was two years, and we trained every day for BMX. BMX made us best friends; it’s cool. We’re kind of in different lives now; she’s moved on to track cycling and I’m doing this. Do not think I'll ever be able to leave the West Coast.
What made you move on from racing?
It was a period of one year. I was getting funded through Canada cycling and getting to live and ride every day, since it’s an Olympic sport. One year I got KO’ed three times. Went through like five months of concussion syndrome. My first race back, my coach yelled at me. I fucked up, was behind, and I did a moto whip over the last jump and had a smile on my face, and my coach grabbed me and was like, “Do you want to have fun, or do you want to fucking win?” That started it. It took me like six months to figure it out. Then I have not raced since, and haven’t thought about racing again once. It’s crazy it took me 20 years to figure that out. Now I’m living this life. Pretty crazy waking up being happy everyday.
What are your thoughts when freestyle gets in the Olympics?
I bet people would take freestyle more serious like racers do. Racers have the mentality they want to win. It could be cool; it would be sick that kids could see it on TV and get introduced to the sport. Then see where they go from there. Just hope everyone can still have fun around that environment. It can suck sometimes being in that place.
How do you think they will be judged?
Flappy-flop-loopy-doos spin-oramas; I really have no idea.
You have a job when you’re home in Vancouver.
Yeah, I work at a BMX store called 3ride, and I had a side food-delivery job, but I’ve been chilling on that lately. 3ride is the chillest job ever. They let me come and go whenever I want. Crazy that dudes like James Steele, Jason Enns have worked here. It's even in Jason's 411 Bio at the beginning.
Talk about the trash incident in Malaga, Spain.
We were just having fun one night. I had a buddy Mitch who grabbed onto a semi-truck one time in the winter and it pulled him down the street; it was the funniest thing ever. I tried holding on to a garbage truck one night in Malaga since everything is marble and slippery, and since everyone has a cell phone in this day and age, apparently you can’t do anything fun since it ends up online, and then you get a nickname. Welcome to 2017… fuck.