Ed Koenning

Posts from Ed:

Workboots and Erector Set frames.

BMX in 1976.

Thom Lund

Top Freestylers

Do these guys still rule our board meetings?

Nice shorts skinny.

Yeah. Yeah. I am often told I have great legs, for an eight grader. And if anyone knows where my crossbar is? I would like it back.

Kevin Martin

For the longest time, one of the most asked question I had about Trash was what the hell Kevin was doing with that windshield. You’ll just have to ask him yourself.

There is so much that is right about this picture. The use of 40 gallon drums as your landing ramps supports. The lack of final section at the end of said landing ramp. Pratt clearing four cars in 1980. Pratt ruled!

Holy Bash Guard!

I have been staring at this picture on my computer for some time now this morning and I can’t get over how bad of a design these frames were. That rear triangle looks like you could bend it just by laying the bike over. Ah, these were great times. I am a little bummed to not have had a chance to mangle a few of these. Wait. No I am not. Damn “Outlaws”.

Bob Haro Art.

Bmx Plus September 1983

I couldn’t imagine bumping elbows with these guys in the AA pro class. Stu Thompson and Brian Patterson look like they are about to lock up while fighting for first place. These guys were crazy fast.

Three kooks in a lower rider…..

…..I am often reminded of things looking back at some on these old video clips. At one time in out short BMX history I recall Dave Parrick owning a little white mini truck. Could have been a Datsun? Don’t right remember. I do remember from time to time, Dave, James Shepherd, and myself would temp fate and try and make short road trips in this little truck. The question on most of our minds was, “Will this thing get us there and back?” And sure enough, most of the time it did. To the surprise of many people.

On one of our short trips we would often take, down to San Marcos from Austin to ride the SWT campus. This filming trip sticks out most of all to me over most any of the many other trips we took. Dave’s little truck didn’t have a radio at the time, and the short drive there was a quite one. Well on the way back to Austin, somehow the three of use broke into singing the Sanford and Son theme song. I wouldn’t really call it singing, there are no words. Dave was maned the lows, Sheps had the mids and highs, and I was on percussion. Now what was the length of that theme song? A minute? Minute and a half? Whatever it was, we had the extended version going. We made in all the way to Austin doing this for the whole 35 minutes. Good times!