by admin on March 31, 2011
There is a suburb (if you wanna call it that) in Riverside where I spent much of my adolescence. Mira Loma, a place littered with gangsters, cowboys and tweekers. I despise that place so much that after I moved from there, some fourteen years ago, I swore I would try my damndest never to return. Unfortunately I have been back numerous times and each time I do I tell myself “this will be the last”. The place is like a bad dream, it just never goes away.
Then – of course – when the city of Reno decided to build a “state of the art” skatepark they chose to call it … Mira Loma. And, much like the neighborhood that shares the same name, this place sucks. In it you will find gangsters (wannabes), tweekers and the occasional skateboarding cowboy. I have been coming to this place for several years now, each time saying it will be my last.
Although I find myself pulling my own foot from my ass each time I visit either one of these “Miral Lomas” I always tend to make my way back there.
Like Confucius say “Everything has it’s beauty, but not everyone sees it”, I suppose Mira Loma does too.

- Dean, front nose pick the volcano.
Dean is always good for a classic trick. When asked what he would like to get he simply said “Volcano”, which could have meant a plethora of tricks from his years in the game. In this case he opted for an awesome front nose pick.
Shadow dancer.
Jimi had told me that his shadow really bothers him, so much so that he deliberately tries to find ways to smash its teeth out as with this frontside wall ride.
Doubles.
After watching Jimi catching some head high front wall rides Dean wanted in on the action. Within a couple timing checks the two turned dynamic duo on this wall ride collaboration. Can’t we all just get along?
by admin on October 21, 2010
This is Dirt
I feel the need to explain the whole idea behind “LiveFourDieFour” and the way it came about.
It started one fine evening in my basement at 528 Sinclair street in Reno Nevada. My friend Dirt and I had been enjoying the aftermath of some fine Jack Daniels whiskey and other “adult” beverages and found ourselves doodling on a large piece of poster board. While we were doing so we talked about how we became friends and how we both share the same interests in life and blah, blah blah. We came to the conclusion that through skateboarding we had achieved our relationship, not just with ourselves but with the plethora of friends and family we had.
That being said I thought that without skateboarding I would not be here in this basement, drunk off whiskey and writing on this poster board. I began to think that I live for skating and will die for it too, it saved my life and gave me the one I have now. So I wrote on the poster board “livefourdiefour” and explained the whole thought to Dirt. We both then preceded to go on a rant about the whole thing and how perfect it defines our relationship. From there Dirt made a stencil of it and suggested we go out and show everyone, within two blocks, what we had come up with. We searched the basement for some spray paint and began our drunken journey to show our devotion to our four wheeled prophet.
I consider the whole concept to be an idea of how a group of friends can relate to one another, through whatever creative outlet they may have. To be a part is not to be a skateboarder, but to understand the ideology of a bond we have created and the road we took to get there. To simply live for something and and care so much about it you would die without it.