interviews

CATFISH
1)who is the most wacko–guy you’ve ever met?
I have met some loons in my day. I would have to say aside from chemically enhanced loons the most wacko guy I have ever met would have to be either Lou Bickle or 4th grade. I have so many stories from both of them. One of my favorite Bickle stories is when I first met Lou..we were riding around Sharon, Pa and we rode by a church. It was a Saturday night and there was some type of service going on inside. Lou tells us to hang on as he runs up the steps to the front door of the church. He flings both doors open and at the top of his lungs he screams “Does Jesus run this motha fucka? HEEEELLLLL YEEEEAHHH!!!!!!” I about shit my pants but didn’t have time as 20 church goers ran out into the street to try and catch Lou. I love that dude.

2)who is the toughest?
Again…either Lou Bickle or 4th Grade. I have watched both of them PUMMEL humans. 4th grade bit off 2 separate ears in different fights. One time we were at a bar and Lou saw two dudes about to fight. He got right in the middle of it taunting both of the dudes. “Come on pussies..if you are going to fight…FIGHT. Don’t dance…fight” Both the dudes were pissed at each other and then they were pissed at Lou. After about 5 minutes of these two dudes dancing with no action..Bickle decided to fight both of them. He beat the living shit out of both of these dudes who were about to fight each other. I distinctly remember Lou leaning one of the dudes against a wall so he could keep punching him without him falling down. Lou is the best.

3)who do you dislike the most in BMX??
There really aren’t a lot of people that I dislike. Actually it’s only like 4 people. Ron Thomas stole 3000 dollars from me AFTER we had been friends for almost 10 years. Fuck that dude. If anybody out there knows him he will stab you in the back. BMX riders don’t do that to each other. He burned me bad. I learned from it though. I was stoked that he stepped to me a couple months back at Woodward. He told me to “stop talking shit” on him. I asked him if he stole 3 grand from me which he replied yes. I then told him…I wasn’t talking shit on him…I was just telling people the truth and to not trust him at all. He basically told me to fuck off and dropped in. I then watched him do a no handed-flair to miss the bars to OTB to face. It was fucking awesome. Karma is a motherfucker. Who else do I dislike? Chris Hughes sucks. California Chris Hughes not Florida Chris Hughes. He raped a girl at Woodward. I hope he gets hit by a piano. Steve Cuesta sucks too. He started doing coke and crack and basically lost all his friends. I hope he is driving the piano and goes through the windshield. There are a couple other people that aren’t worth giving the publicity too.

4)is there anyone out there biting your style?
Thanks for the kind words. I never thought I had style but if you say so! My style is fun. So if people are having fun being sketchy..then yeah…they are biting my style. Keep it FREEstyle

5)who is your most hated rider?
See above.

6)do you have any funny stories to share?
I got hit by a train when I was 21 while putting pennies on the track.

DANE WILD
1)can you legally drink yet?
I’ve got two months, I turn 21 on thanksgiving, technically I’m legal 15 minutes from here(canada) but I’m too lazy and poor to go usually.

2)who are the best/worst pornstars?
Top 5:
Roxy deville.
Eva angelina.
Brandy taylor.
Ava devine.
Raven riley
(There’s a ton more, but I can’t recall right now, I’m addicted to porn.)

3)don’t you have alot of tattoos?
Left arm is michigan themed, which is stuck at a quarter sleeve(can’t figure out art to start the half into 3/4)

Right arm has two pieces, awaiting a third, custom america traditional. Which will make for a half sleeve.

My right ribs. “City at night” Incomplete.

My foot, its a bicycle from a roadbike sign, means childhood to me, since everyones childhood includes a bicycle.

My thumb, once had a smiley face.

Last but now least, my “fun” leg, which so far has daniel dhers, and chad kagy. Dave friemuth is next, and jaime bestwick approached me and asked to be on the leg, so that’ll be happening. Also I think flips wife, some of my good friends faces, it’ll be fun.

4)does your girlfriend watch porn with you?
Yeah, she’s not a fan of meatspin though..

5)how many times have you been banned from the come up’s message board?
I don’t know, I’m over all that jazz, he and I are cool I think, internet drama is so aol 4.0.

6)what is the funniest shit you have ever seen?
You know, its so hard to break down how much shit I’ve seen in just the short time I’ve been alive, I guess the most recent thing would be while doing stunt shows, we had stopped at a gas station and our 9ft quarter comes off of the inclosed trailer, so it looks like a half moon thingy while folded up. People ask us all the time what it is, and we usually make up stupid shit for it. This time, my friend told this guy that it was a solar panel, and that we were students at penn state and it was our final project. My friend went on saying that it could light up a football field and this and that. After 15 minutes, the guy asked, “what do you plan on doing with it when you’re done?” and my friend, with a dead serious look, goes, “we plan on pushing it off of a cliff” the guy freaked, gave us his number, and kept bugging us to call him when we’re done with it. I wish we coulda called him and told him we “did.”

BRIAN TUNNEY
i had to ask someone some weird questions,and i knew i could count on Brian Tunney for some good answers.

1)when is the last time you had sex?
Seven hours ago.

2)when is the last time you kicked it with rick thorne?
I have never played soccer with Rick Thorne.
3)what is your opinion on the daddy-vision web videos?
i like anything that makes bmx less serious than everyone makes it out to be.
4)what is your favorite band this week?
Retisonic

5)would you rather be a motorcycle-riding hessian or a white rapper/thug?
Because I’m already a white rapper/thug, I guess I would choose motorcycle riding hessian, but above those two choices, I’ve always wanted to be a pretend architect like George Costanza.

6)please entertain me with a funny story.
I think it was the summer of 2002. There was a large group of Americans stuck in Hastings, England following the Backyard Jam (a big outdoor BMX comp). There’s really not much to do when these contests go down aside from attending the contest during the day and then going out on the town at night. It’s pointless to try to ride the contest, everyone’s too tired and sunburned to ride afterwards and the only thing that ever sounds good is hitting up the bar with your friends that you don’t get to see too often.
Such was the case for me the Monday after the contest weekend. I was worn out and not in the mood to ride my bike, but also not wanting to sit inside and waste the night away doing nothing.
Then Leland Thurman and his friend Brandon showed up. Leland and Brandon are from Louisville. Leland’s been all over the world, knows the ins and outs of most places, and isn’t afraid of anything in regards to most situations. Actually, I think he thrives on getting himself into fucked-up situations that involve drugs, sex, a combination of both, or all of them plus a midget. Brandon was the younger, less experienced of the pair, but he did manage to 1) blow out his ACL 2) raw dog a random girl on the beach and 3) smuggle ecstasy over from Kentucky into England, all in one week.
I spotted Leland and Brandon during my first beer on a Monday night in the city center of a sleepy English beach town, and that was all they needed to commandeer themselves onto my mission for the night. Somehow, Brandon, during his first trip to the UK, knew the bartender of the bar we were in, and that didn’t seem to hurt at all. Shortly after they caught up, the booze was flowing and everyone was having a good time. Then Brandon introduced his ecstasy hits to everyone. Him and Leland both openly obliged, while I sat out (I’m really scared of drugs of any kind that aren’t regulated by the government; yeah, I was friendly with that one friend that got really fucked up because of taking acid, who is now permanently tripping….).
For the first hour or so, nothing really changed. The bar we were in closed at 10, we went to another bar that stayed open longer, we drank some more. Then Brandon met up with the bartender from the first place, and he disappeared shortly thereafter. It was now down to myself, Leland, and two other people who were not drinking.
To be honest, I don’t remember too much of what happened between the second bar and the walk back to where we were staying. Nothing crazy happened, it was just a few late night stragglers. Though I do remember Leland becoming more and more open about his, dare I say, closeness, with every other man in the bar.
By the time the bar closed, we were drunk. Leland was also high, and we had to endure a 2-mile walk back to where we were staying (which was our friend Ed’s apartment). This is also where it started to get weird, and when you’re drunk, 2 miles is a pretty long walk.
So we start on our way, and both of us are obviously impaired during the walk home. Leland, in his ecstatic state, asks if he can hold my hand. Me, in my drunken state, say, “Sure why not!” (I should go back and additionally state that both myself and Leland agree on the fact that openly gay acts, like two men holding hands, is funny in a good way to both of us.) So there we are, walking down the promenade in Hastings, holding hands and openly discussing our life’s plans, making jokes all the way about how gay we both are. Two minutes in, it was getting old. Five minutes in, I was clearly uncomfortable. By the end of the walk, I wanted to kill him! I don’t remember too much, but I can quantify from experience that alcohol and ecstasy should never be mixed…
Soon, we were back at Ed’s apartment (they’re called ‘flats’ in the UK) and ready to pass out, openly remarking about the “Night we almost turned gay!” I arrange my sleeping bag on the floor, Leland is in the bathroom, and the night is about to come to an end. Leland passes out on the floor not far from me, and sleep is beckoning everyone in the room. Suddenly, I hear Leland’s voice say, “Tunney, can I spoon you?”
To which I replied, “Hell no!” and went to sleep. Maybe he was joking, maybe it was the ecstasy, I actually still don’t know. Holding hands was funny in a non-gay but insinuating context; spooning was over the line of joking and completely into ‘definitely gay’ territory.
The next morning, I awoke amid an alcohol-induced haze. Leland was already up. He had to shit and there was no toilet paper in the bathroom, so he used his sock to wipe and threw it out the window of Ed’s third floor apartment window. He now frowns upon ecstasy, and I now know better than to let gay jokes get out of hand…..