Mustache Tour Of Destruction

How could a road trip with 10 full grown mountainboarders packed into one vehicle get even dirtier? Make that vehicle the MBS van and slap 10 full grown staches on their faces. Granted, one of those staches was sad and sorry and another was drawn on with a sharpie, but even so, the Mustache Tour of Destruction was and will most likely be the dirtiest road trip for a long, long time.

The crew, from left to right: Jason T. Lee, Tyler Mork, True Grizz, Matt Silva, Dave Stiefvater, Brandon Johanns, Devin Garland, Benton Jackson, Evan Carlson. At the bottom there is Wilson and Juice Dutcham is not pictured. Photo by Justin Dersham. So, on with the story...

It all started on Friday morning in the snowy MBS parking lot. The whole crew was mostly on time and ready to go because anyone whose ever traveled with Jason T. Lee knows you can always be sure of two things:
1) His favorite place to eat is Subway.
2) The van leaves in 10 minutes.
According to the itinerary, mustache inspection was at 9am and we were to leave at 10. The simple fact that one full hour was devoted to inspection let us know that this was a serious expedition. Of course, it did give us time to figure out how to fit 10 people’s gear plus camera equipment into the trailer and all of us into the van. Other interesting locations on the schedule included cliffs, skateparks and secret spots. We were stoked to be back on the road with MBS. Despite Carlson taking forever doing who knows what, we left relatively on time and headed south towards the border


Mork ready to ride.

The first spot we hit was the Pueblo cliffs. As we moved south we slowly outran the storm but the weather was sour nonetheless.

Grizz, Brandon and Ecar tuning the reception.

Wind test.

Facing high winds up top and a field of yucca for a landing, these guys stached up and dropped it anyway. J took advantage of the wind to harass us with a monstrous kite from below.

Cool indy Evan. Photo by True Grizz

Cool kite J. Photo by True Grizz

The weather was bad for the rest of the day but didn’t hamper our spirits one bit. By late afternoon we reached Raton, New Mexico and the famous Mount Jlee. The mountain is named such because it is the very mountain on which Jason was born atop and is the current home of Granpapa Jimmy Lee and his wife, Bina. Jason’s parents were gracious hosts; they outfitted us with all the goods we could ever require. As we rested up at the top of Mount Jlee, the storm really started to move in. We figured a fierce blizzard might be a good time to get some shots so J rallied the troops and led them down from the mountain.

Meanwhile, Bina had cooked up some fine spaghetti and sausage, so after the blizzard sesh we went inside to scarf some nums, claim our rooms and warm up with a tasty beverage.

True Grizz usually sleeps in a tube.

On the second day of the trip we ventured into the heart of New Mexico. Our first stop was in Santa Fe at the most elusive dirt jumps one could imagine. Jason, the most experienced dirt jump locator, was stumped for a solid hour. Only with the help of ePhone, a.k.a. Ecar, and his iPhone, did we finally find them. Some local bikers were stoked to see mountainboards they had before “only ever seen in videos.” We gave them some boards to mess around on while ePhone, Devin and Brandon had their way with two separate wall ride setups.

Yes, you! Go! Photo by Justin Derhsam

The push.

Evan Carlson above the wall. Photo by Justin Dersham

Brandon Johanns front 1 to back 1. Photo by Justin Dersham

Some great lines were also thrown down on their challenging rhythm section by Benton and Papa J. After Subway in Santa Fe, we got back on the road south to meet up with Matt Silva in Albuquerque.
No road trip is complete without riding a proper drainage ditch and, lucky for us, the aqueducts of Albuquerque are epic. It didn’t take us long to find a nice one off Indian School Road (for anyone who may be passing through). This girl was several miles long with banked walls on each side. She was a carver’s dream. On top of all that, it was sunset when we rolled up so, with everyone’s effort, we took home some beautiful shots.


After the sun went down, we headed to the Albuquerque skate park, which is big, outdoors and lit ‘til late. Devin’s a skatepark killer and had some awesome lines complete with backflips, boardslides and back 1’s. Brandon impressed us all by not only riding a skate and mountainboard, but showing off with some 3’s on a borrowed BMX as well. And then, just as it was time to leave, Mork laid down the dirtiest MJ the world has ever witnessed.

Albuquerque at dusk.

Devin Garland gettin' his. Photo by True Grizz

When it was all over, we piled back into the van and began the push back to Raton. By this time is was getting late and the crew was feelin’ it. Co-Captain Dutcham even relinquished his spot in the peanut gallery to take the wheel for a minute and give J a break. After a few long hours we made it back to Mount Jlee, but barely.

On the third day of the trip we got up early yet again, said goodbye and thank you to Jimmy and Bina, ate their Raisin Bran, and left. Our first location, before Subway even, was the Trinidad skatepark. This was probably the coolest park of the trip and it was completely deserted. Devin and Dave had their day, Benton rode some nasty freeride lines and everyone else got to work on a huge dirt quarter in the parking lot.

Juice having a tweak.

So, how could anyone possibly have fun with a QP in a flat parking lot you may ask?

Well, with an MBS van tow-in of course. J knows how to drive that thing and probably would have gotten some air with the van if we asked him. Instead, he was happy setting up the other riders with plenty of speed to go big out of the pipe.

Benton Jackson, van tow.

Ecar grabbing melon.

Next up on the list was a secret spot Jason had been talking about the whole trip. I’ll cut the suspense and just tell you right now; it was a castle.

A full on stone castle, on a hill, surrounded by forest, in the mountains.

All the Euros reading this are probably like, “Yeah, whatever,” but let me tell you something else. It was built by one man. One man! With his hands. The man’s name is Bishop and I’m writing of Bishop’s Castle. If you ever find yourself in Rye, Colorado, Bishop’s Castle is a place you have to visit. Plus, you will probably have your board in your car and Bishop will let you ride it wherever you want. Just make sure to give The Man a donation.

The Man, Mr. Bishop.

True Grizz at the top. The bridge leading to nothing may or may not have passed Colorado building inspection.

Bishop sitting by the fire.

The final stop of the whole Mustache Tour was right where we began, the Pueblo cliffs. Luckily, this is a huge area and a second location was found without much difficulty.

We lingered around the cliffs for a while after the session was over, reflecting on the good times, the scenery and the staches. Too soon it was time to pack up and start the long drive home. We parted ways in Colorado Springs and the ShralpHaus crew rolled into Denver late Sunday night. Then I took a shower.


Thanks for the great time guys. What a kickoff to the season. See you in Kansas. Oh, and be ready for a Shralpdown! screening.

Saturday Smackdown

COLORADO SPRINGS -- COLORADO
The MBS Backyard was the host of the first ever Saturday Smackdown on April 5. It was also the first MBS sanctioned shred of 2008 and will become a regular event throughout the year.
There was a great turnout, great riding, and great music from DJ JLEE pumpin out the jams from the back of the van. Smackdown enthusiasts at the roll in
The Scorpion, Juice Dutcham

Ecar a.k.a. Icar a.k.a. Ephone

Kody gettin' swayze


Mid session, MLF made an anonymous appearance in the form of a box of abandoned t-shirts.

True Grizz responding to an attack made on him in a recent video by MLF video.
Among other things, he also had this to say regarding the attack:

"In these most modern of days it is becoming ever easier to succumb to the homoculoid status of what one might call an 'internet mall rat.' Like those people that just do not leave the mall, internet mall rats grasp at every echo of a chance to partition their binary thoughts in a collective and world-wide atmosphere. Hence these former beach goers seek solace in the degredation of this already tainted field and yet another pointless liberation is fueled. On the internet you may encounter similar situations as these. I would suggest you bring your knee and ass pads as this will be a long and highly scabbed sit. In fact, get up, its Go Time."

As to what Trugg means by "Go Time", one could only guess, but a good start might be found here


The Smackdown was truly an event for all ages and skill levels. The pros who made it out were riding right along side first time riders and it was clear that the best mountainboarders out there were the ones having the most fun. Logan Field, also on top of page

Kody Stewart



Jason T. Lee, shown here jumping a volvo, coordinated the event and said he was pleased with the outcome.

"The first Smackdown was a grand joyous occassion," Lee said, "close to 20 riders and bikers of all ages and abilities gathered to ride and have a good time." He also added, "For those of you living under a rock, Saturday Smackdowns are freestyle jam sessions held at the MBS Backyard on the first Saturday of every month."


Remember, this is the father of mountainboarding we're talking about, when he says every month, he means every month. So, if the rest are anything like the first, the MBS Backyard is the place to be every first saturday. See you there.

Woodward

DENVER, COLORADO -- Last week One 5 met up with Kody Stewart, local heroes Devin and Devin (Fritz and Garland), Matty K and Juice Dutcham for a skatepark jam. For your viewing pleasure, here are a taste of the results.














Fritz double grabbin

Devin Garland gettin some


Kody Stewart

Juice Dutcham keeping it safe with a seatbelt


Thrusty Kody Stewart













Matt showing off his custom graphics






















Style kick















RODEO

Keep an eye out for these guys, they'll hurt ya.
Also keep an eye on the One 5 blog. More coming soon!

Michael

Colorado Winter Session One

There have been some rumors circulating this winter involving Colorado and something about the snow sports capital of the states. While the validity of these reports can only be speculated upon, the fact that our fine mountains have been covered with ice and snow for the last couple months does add a speck of credibility. Because of this, February can be a tough month for mountainboarding.
Fortunately for Colorado, on top of being a state for snow angels, snow men and snow bunnies, it’s also a state for sunshine. That means that on those blue bird winter days, when the lift lines are long and I-70’s feelin’ like a parking lot, chances are your favorite dirt shredgrounds are ready to ride. Kody Stewart, Evan Carlson, Josh Cole and Jason Lee really proved this point when they headed down to the MBS Compound last weekend for a sunset sesh.


Kody with a front 3 stalefish. Really giviner. Evan with a fond, loving gaze.


Classic J Lee, turning Japanese.

The MBS Compound is the dirt-child of Jason Lee and is located right outside the MBS office. It will be familiar to many US riders as the venue for last year’s Fall Classic. Only one of the two tables was hittable and these guys were hittin’ it hard.



E Car, "I've never hit a table so hard."


Evan again with a nice corked 5.

The general verdict seems to be that variety is the spice of life. That's why
we're so lucky here in Colorado. While the snow is nice, so is the dirt, and to maintain a balanced lifestyle, its important to get a lot of both.


Kody fs rodeo 720.

Some of you keen eyed readers might be wondering why Kody Stewart is seen here wearing a helmet belonging to Jason Lee. The explanation is simple: Kody just wasn't done riding after shattering his first one. This guy's a real man and a true professional.


One footed 360 by Kody Stewart.

So, the moral of the story is, even in Colorado, where snow sports reign supreme, there's always time to shred some dirt. Have fun out there, hope the winter is treating you well.

Until next time,

Michael

Shralpdown!

It's here! The new trailer for Onefive Media's latest production, Shralpdown, has hit the pages of the internet! View it right here on our site, or if you're really looking to get your brain done, head over to stage6.com and check it out there.

Tell us what you think by leaving a comment to this post or sending an email to contact@onefivemedia.com.

In other news, JD's bionic arm is healing nicely, Tru Griz has yet again dislocated his shoulder, and I'm back from Africa.

Keep onefivin!

Michael

mombo vipi from across the seaz

Hey nar shredders. Michael here.

First order of biz is to give a hearty congrats to the bear cub for his doings in Russia. Nice work AJ, makin all us proud! Same goes out to all the other competitors, cant wait to see some photos and vids from that event.

So, as the mountainboard season comes to an end, so does the work of the onefive camera department. All that crunk footie we shot this year will now be sent into the editing room to grow and mature into a proper motion picture. This task of course rests largely on the broad shoulders of the esteemed Justin Dersham. You’ll have to ask him how that’s going because, frankly, I don’t really know, I’m in Africa.

That’s right, I’ve been kickin it oldie in Kenya for the last couple months, exploring the terrain, peepin some animals and chillin with the locals. When not climbing Mount Kenya or chasing lions across the Serengeti, I spend most of my days here in a leisurely way; browsing the markets, enjoying frequent tea breaks or conversing with new friends long into the night. The convo’s had here are slightly different as, sadly, few Africans have ever heard of mountainboarding.

Mb’in may not have much of a presence in Africa today (North of JoBurg that is, I know there’s rippers in South Africa) it certainly could in the future. Last week I traveled to a little country called Uganda. If there is anywhere that’s ready for this sport, its here, particularly a small town called Jinja on the shores of Lake Victoria. Jinja has long been known as the adventure capital of Africa offering world class white water rafting (BAUDASS!) bungee jumping and mountain biking.
One day, while taking a mountain ride through the rainforest with my new friend and local Ugandan, Nash, I made the comment, “This is an awesome ride Nash, but sometimes I feel like I should just be shralpin this niz on four wheels, you know?” He had no idea what I was talking about, BUT he was interested. I explained to him that with the short work of some dedicated diggers he could have some fine jumps in the rainforest, and that it might be fun to strap some boards to our feet and go sideways these beautiful hills. I spent the rest of the day in wonder of both the scenery and the endless dirt riding possibilities it held. Apparently there are some dirt jumps set up a ways outside of town, but I never made it out there to check them out. Next time..

Also, I mentioned rafting earlier. If you ever find yourself in Uganda, raft the Nile! Its insane!

Anyway, Africa is awesome, alliteration is awesome, and traveling here is one of the best things I’ve ever done. Mountainboarding, snowboarding, skating, its all about exploration, trying new things. Just like livin’. Keep it fun out there, keep it fresh. Travel to Africa if you ever get the chance.

Until next time onefiver’s
kwa heri
peace peace peace

Michael

PS. pictures are just too much for Africa's internet.. maybe in the next blog..

Bear cub rubs a dub while sippin on bub

Hello fearless comrade! Aight so Russia ain’t really like that anymore, I mean some of it is, but for the most part it is a thriving place with lots of good old fashioned American capitalism. And hey guess what? Yes, you got it I got a chance to go there to mountainboard up a storm.
I arrived with a million sketchy dudes asking me if I needed a taxi and I was like, ”naw mang I gotz me a whip to scrape up wif dem whips near by.” I’m sure they had no idea what I was saying. My boi 2netz, the main mang in Russia for mountainboarding, picked me up on a beautiful day in Moscow. I had the feeling this was gonna be a good trip.
We scoped out the venue and I must say I was impressed. The contest was called the Adrenalin Games, which featured skateboarding, bmx, rollerblading, wakeboarding, and mountainboarding along with bands and other fun stuff for the kids. It took place in an ice speed skating rink where the Olympic team trains. Pretty legit and so was the ramp set up. It was what has become standard big air set up in mountainboarding in an urban or flat setting. We are talking about a wooden 20 ft.ish roll-in with 20-24 ft. jump and roll-in esque quarterpipe just for good measure. We gave our input to what we wanted to see how and big we wanted to go then we bounced from that Igloo.
The contest was two days with prelims the first day and the finals the next. The prelims consisted of 3 jumps with the two best runs getting peeps through to the next round. I qualified second after the Siberian Cowboy. Most of the time I got use to the set up which was actually pretty amazing. I was stoked to be in an indoor stadium along with the other sports and young, hip crowd chillin out. I felt like a rockstar getting backstage to all kinda places and hanging with big name skateboarders. All the sports killed it on the street course and the flatland bmxers showed what was up with balance. I neva got to see the wakeboarders but I must say they must have been gnarly for the cold conditions during that time of year. Just a bunch of baaaaaad men.
The finals were a heated affair with the 8 best riders doing their best stuff. The Siberian Cowboy was a beast throwing his stuff down with solid style on every run. Local heroes Oleg Melnikov, Alexander Pavlov and Pasha Peshin defiantly showed the progression that was happening in Russia with switch backflips, frontside inverted 5s, cab 3s, frontflip backside 180s and tons of styles to keep the crowd cheering. I had two tricks landed and two tricks I fell on and it came down to the last run. I was the last rider to go and simply said to myself,” I’m landing this niz straight bolts.” I rode away from a frontside 7 and then slipped out on a backflip on the quarterpipe. It’s whatev cuz I was stoked to land the 7 with clean steeze.
The results were Pasha Peshin third, Siberian Cowboy second, and me in first. After all that turmoil in Europe this summer it was great to go back to Russia for this awesome event and even better to take home the W. I gotta send love to all my friends that be livin in Russia, 2netz for driving me around all of the place and most of all the 1-5 click for givin me the passion again for mountainboarding. We gonna be shralppin your hood so ya’ll be good and u will be understood.

Bear cub