Three BMX Photos To Be Stoked On

1. Chase Hawk in Michigan by Jeff Allen roasting a carve up an amazing transitioned building from a few years back. Classic Hawk style, height, and obviously speed come to mind while looking at this photograph which . It is just too good of a photograph not to post. Imagine Chase at his current level of riding hitting this building....hmmm.

2. Garret Reeves in Chattanooga Tennessee  photo by Andrew White.

This ran in this months issue 84 of Dig Bmx Magazine so I was kind of hesitant about posting it but its off my computers camera so buy the issue by subscribing and get stoked on photos like this each issue! But Garret is wallriding the wall and pulling back over the rail and into the hill. Yeah Garret is one of the best current street riders in the world right now by taking moves that no one would even think of and adding his simplistic yet aggressive and huge form of riding to the streets. I have never seen Garret ride in person but Im sure that video or photos give him no justice in his riding abilities. Someone give this kid a cover shot! I think alot of kids don't try to jock Garret's style because well, they can't. Garret Reeves is in his own level of street riding and I know Im not the only one who cannot wait for him to heal up and see some new footage. Especially whatever is going to be getting down for the new OSS DVD. Sick guy.

3. Joe Rich in The Spanish Hillside Roasting this huge opposite one footed table. This is one of my favorite photos that Ed Docherty has ever shot. 

Everything about this reeks of how awesome BMX is and will always be when it comes to classic moves, scenic shots, and bike control that can be seen thru a photograph. Sure the dreadlocks are long gone, but Joe's skills keep growing, and growing. His riding is like a fine aged wine. Best dude. This is for a Four Down Distro poster which maybe Empire has?

Ride your bike kids! But first, here are some dinner time tunes brought to you by the creeps in GHOUL!

Splatterthrash!

One night as I crept through the cemetery gates
Seeking out the cause of the local mania
I bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a fright
The legendary Ghouls of Creepsylvania
They were moshing to and fro,
And shrieking at the moon, you know
Howling banshees on a quest for human meat
I was shocked to see a Ghoul
That had both eyes pull out a tool
And chop the head from a body lying at his feet
My mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnage
They were stripping the rotten corpse to the bone
I started to slowly back away in horror
When the ground gave way beneath me and I fell into the catacombs
When I came to I was cloaked in darkness
There was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled before
I reached out and felt the ground around me
And my hand went straight into a puddle of gore!
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
As I was saying...
I lit a torch and began to explore
The tunnels wound and wound for many miles
There were coffins jutting from the walls and more
Burning bones, vats of guts, and skulls in piles
I came to a large room
And heard an echo in the gloom
The sound of metal chilled my very bones
There were riffs the beat the band,
Pounding drums I couldn't stand,
And the vocalists created shocking tones
I made my way towards the cacophony
A crucifix clutched tightly in my fist
And as I came to the torchlit room
I saw the shambling fiends getting pissed
They spotted me and began to shriek and snort
My cover was blown, so I started to run like mad
Digestor tackled me to the floor
And then it started really getting bad
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
I was bound and gagged in the dining room
Surrounded by the funk of fetid breath
The quartet of maniacs hunched over me
And forced me to listen to Anthrax and Megadeth
I struggled in my restraints as they chortled with glee
While they poked at me and sliced apart my cheek
My muffled pleading only served to amuse them
As they expelled a very noxious sort of reek
I wriggled out of my ropes a bit
There was a struggle but I managed to prevail
Ghoul is still out there, haunting the graveyard
But I escaped and now I'm here to tell my tale
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!