This was a street competition before they became serious. Only one the pictures on this page involved riding anything. Which was as it should be.
Other occurrences are Wayne Ryder’s bike-less window to window transfer, Mad John’s amazing run wearing a foam mattress as a poncho and still negotiating the obstacles (he scored 10,000 but failed to qualify) and Ross Marshall’s ramp to car-roof Abubaccas.
An exceptionally, ridiculously dodgy cut is made then, after a short free-for-all practice, each rider in the cut takes a second run. High revert wall-rides are made by Angry, Zach and Slade, Nutter from Nottingham uses a ramp against the side of the car to pull airs, footplants and disasters on the roof. He also gets into and out of a Miami hopper. Graham Marfleet nosepicks the tombstone ramp and Angry 360s the quad ramp and manual rolls the car bonnet. Most of the Jive Five make the cut and destroy with Abubaccas on the car bonnet from the flat ground.
By this point people are becoming aware of the dubious judging and all attempts at seriousness collapse and a stupid trick contest develops: Nutter attempts a Vander-roll, Angry does a Neville flip off a fly-off ramp and Slade plays with a toy lorry. No-one worries about the results as everyone in the final cut has long since laid claim to the prizes. Then a large portion of the crowd attack Jay the commentator: first they wrap him in Mad John’s mattress/poncho, and then a great many people jump on him. He still has the microphone, which is quite amusing: his cries of “I can’t breathe “, “Get off me head “, and “You’ve broken my leg “ are broadcast over the PA until the mike is unplugged and he is dumped in a skip.
The car is next. But the attack is rapidly abandonned as petrol spills from the tank. Local kids, knowing no fear, use makeshift crow bars to remove parts of the car for reasons known only to themselves.
The sun descends and we plan the journey home. On the way back the road is mostly downhill and the people at the side of the road don’t seem to stare. We arrive at the train station and even though the train is even more packed than when we came, we get no hassle from the guard. A good day out — grumbles are heard, but most are quiet and reflective. The day seems to have been an overall success, despite the judging.
Other occurrences are Wayne Ryder’s bike-less window to window transfer, Mad John’s amazing run wearing a foam mattress as a poncho and still negotiating the obstacles (he scored 10,000 but failed to qualify) and Ross Marshall’s ramp to car-roof Abubaccas.An exceptionally, ridiculously dodgy cut is made then, after a short free-for-all practice, each rider in the cut takes a second run. High revert wall-rides are made by Angry, Zach and Slade, Nutter from Nottingham uses a ramp against the side of the car to pull airs, footplants and disasters on the roof. He also gets into and out of a Miami hopper. Graham Marfleet nosepicks the tombstone ramp and Angry 360s the quad ramp and manual rolls the car bonnet. Most of the Jive Five make the cut and destroy with Abubaccas on the car bonnet from the flat ground.
By this point people are becoming aware of the dubious judging and all attempts at seriousness collapse and a stupid trick contest develops: Nutter attempts a Vander-roll, Angry does a Neville flip off a fly-off ramp and Slade plays with a toy lorry. No-one worries about the results as everyone in the final cut has long since laid claim to the prizes. Then a large portion of the crowd attack Jay the commentator: first they wrap him in Mad John’s mattress/poncho, and then a great many people jump on him. He still has the microphone, which is quite amusing: his cries of “I can’t breathe “, “Get off me head “, and “You’ve broken my leg “ are broadcast over the PA until the mike is unplugged and he is dumped in a skip.
The car is next. But the attack is rapidly abandonned as petrol spills from the tank. Local kids, knowing no fear, use makeshift crow bars to remove parts of the car for reasons known only to themselves.
The sun descends and we plan the journey home. On the way back the road is mostly downhill and the people at the side of the road don’t seem to stare. We arrive at the train station and even though the train is even more packed than when we came, we get no hassle from the guard. A good day out — grumbles are heard, but most are quiet and reflective. The day seems to have been an overall success, despite the judging.
Captions:
That’s Jay’s leg. He’s in there, along with other unmentionable things
No! No! It’s all a mistake. They’re only pretending. Sorry. Not allowed. No
Something stirred within the souls of these kids
Captions:
That’s Jay’s leg. He’s in there, along with other unmentionable things
No! No! It’s all a mistake. They’re only pretending. Sorry. Not allowed. No
Something stirred within the souls of these kids
One response to “Ride out of the Sun: Wath-Upon-Dearne BMX Street”
Heheh, that was my school. My old mate Chris Hardy organised this, i helped build the ramps and he got a knackered Cortina dumped in the middle of the netball court. Had he not been the local MPs son i bet we wouldn’t have got away with it 🙂
Highlights were Dave Slade wallriding up the side of the gym, the mic abuse and subsequent throwing in the skip, and i seem to remember a few bust cranks from people trying to jump the car end to end.
Happy days…