TMPRD - Sydney Trip Photo Gallery

This was crazy. While we were chilling in Manly at the bowl jam, we did a bit of searching in the streets and found this setup. Thin ledge ride to steep rail ride. After some frustrating near pulls, Dylan finally made this happen. Beast.

Found a stump, Jerry did a turndown. Like the good old days eh of being a young kid tearing up the local neighbourhood. It still brings about the same feeling, which rules so hard.

The moment after Dylan pulled the over dubs, I love moments like this – the culmination of so many things into a beautiful moment of friendship. BMX in its simplest form.

Dylan high up on the wall at the Coffs Harbour full pipe. You may recall Maxime Charveron (in the Antipodes DVD) looping the back of this badboy – being there in person makes that so CRAZY.

Dylan over dubs on a central coast rail, very much in the AM. My body says no to grinding rails in the AM, so props to Dylan for getting this done so easily.

This view pretty much sums up the final week of the trip in Sydney, rain vibes – as we crossed the Harbour Bridge.

This was our view of the Vans bowl jam. This is where the chants were coming from, the chants of ‘Spent got robbed’ and ‘fuck yeah Nyquist’. Miss you Nyq.

Found this sweet setup on the central coast (Gosford), being some abandoned looking building with a tight run in to thread the needle hop. Gosford is as ghetto as Dylan.

After having a quick roll at Bateau Bay’s new park, we rode around looking for street a little. Wilton loves a good rail hop out of a bank and this one was not going to waste. I think it’s ABD (shouts Newcastle dudes), but fuck it.

On the same ride as described above, we found this amazing setup at the back of a shopping centre. The issue was always going to be where the awning shoots you to land. Unfortunately, Wilton pulled this perfectly, however jammed his front wheel behind the wooden retaining wall thing upon landing and head butted his bars. Crash clip is worth the efforts eh!

This is the result of abovementioned. Wilto handled it like a champ though. One more head knock won’t make a difference ey Wilto!

So with things starting to ramp up with TMPRD, Jerry, Wilton and myself organised some time off of work to hit the road and ride bikes for a couple weeks. Rough plan, and I mean rough, was to drive to Sydney, swags in tow, to explore Australia’s most un-tapped city and then be in town for the Vans bowl jam. At the last minute, we decided the crew needed a ghetto rat type to diversify and keep us on our toes, so naturally, we got a hold of young Brisbane playa Dylan Steinhardt.

I don’t want to make this piece too ‘wordy’, because the photos should do the talking and let’s face it, BMXers are typically, I’ll say ‘less educated’. Anyway, a few moments that stand out to me, not covered by photos, include Ryan Nyquist, friendly hospitality and Dylan being ghetto. Let’s explore these a little more huh.

For me, this trip will always be associated with the confirmation that Ryan Nyquist is the greatest, THE greatest. I’ve looked up to Nyq for a long ass time, I remember racing BMX in New Zealand when I was 11 and having Nyq sign a poster for me – as an established professional, in 2001! Fast forward a brief 17 years and he is still a professional BMX rider and still rules. So after having to ride the regional component of the Vans bowl jam (WTF?) to qualify for the main event, and after some Instagram trolling, a bunch of us were able to convince ol’ Nyq to join us at the pub. The dude turned up, by himself, to meet up with a bunch of shitty Australian BMXers who he had never met before. Sitting at the pub right next to the entry window, seeing Nyq turn up was the greatest moment of the trip. You talk smack on Nyq, you’re a god damn fool.

Sleeping rough on a roadtrip is a given. So we were very thankful to have been allowed to stay at Trent Rowsell’s joint near Five Dock for the majority of the time we were in Sydney. Dude has a sweet setup, an early 20th century rendered brick ‘cottage’ with the most tranquil backyard in all of Five Dock. We set up swags in an ancient mechanics shed in the backyard, surrounded by vegetable gardens, BMX memorabilia and the greenest grass you ever saw. It was a treat to wake up most mornings and join a robed Trent for some healthy chit chat. Really appreciate the hospitality man! Also, shouts to Pigot for letting us crash at his joint for a few nights as well.

Now Dylan. Dylan is a young up and comer, a mover and shaker, a purveyor of vibes, a grind smith, a toey warrior. Aside from being the man, Dylan is shady, and I like that. I wish I had photos of all the moments I thought to myself, fuck Dylan is ghetto. Sleeping in a pile of trash, charging ciggies, getting kicked out of the pub for pouring his own beer and later on that night, losing his phone and almost getting bashed for wrongful accusations. His riding style suits his personality perfectly, think Jay Wilson, a skinny long haired dude riding what appears to be a 2000s era rig and only just holding on while it bucks around chinking and nose diving every which way – while being very much in control. While at a skatepark on the way to Sydney, a 10 year old heinous piece of work of a girl tried to start Dylan after he kindly asked her to move out of the way. The bowl mole lives!

Anyway, peep the shots below to see some of the other shit that happened on this trip. Thanks to Chris Harrison, Trent Rowsell, Benn Pigot and anyone else I missed for helping make this trip happen.

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