Then I connected some dots. Kink didn’t fly him out to Spain. He bought his own ticket out of wanting to chill with his best friends in one of the best riding cities in the world, which he could afford because he owns a drywall company back in Vancouver. Instead of doing the sponsored BMX minimalist route (read: broke) and carrying a BMX-owes-me mentality, he went to work. His small jobs turned into larger ones, and now here he was in Spain, waking up at 4 in the morning some days in order to run his men back home on multiple job sites.
I’m always impressed with guys like this. BMX is their passion, their escape, and they’ve figured out how to work outside of the industry in order to craft a life where they have time and financial freedom to pursue riding. That’s awesome.
Darryl Tocco handles his shit too, and has made BMX work for him. In his instance by doubling down pro rider and pro filmer paychecks. Both James and Darryl have separate paths in that regard, yet their divergent paths brought them to the same destination in the fall of 2014. When culling the photos from the trip, I thought a threeway discussion between James, Darryl and me would be interesting. With no objectives for the conversation, we all joined in on a Skype call: