The room that they put me and Taylor Carlton in was ridiculously fancy like. The mini bar was stocked and ready to go...too bad one can of beer was $8.75! It was a real test of self restraint haha. i passed but Taylor had such a stressful drive through the city he grabbed a beer immediately like he would have given his first born child for it. "I don't even care man, that was hell," he said. Driving through downtown San Francisco is like running through hedge maze with a blindfold on! "I know what you mean man," i said.

That night we celebrated the fact that we were in the fanciest hotel we have ever been in and we weren't paying a dime. "cheers to living in luxury," we agreed and the bottles popped, the champagne flowed, and the good times kept getting better.
we awoke in a bit of a daze but the reality of the big day ahead set in immediately, making it impossible to sleep in. All i can say is good thing we showed up early because everything was in order and competitors were lined up to gini the perfect backside hip....hahaha not! we showed up and were like, "where is the jump? that can't be it! there is no snow on it!" sure enough a big pile of wood and scaffolding was a jump that was "soon" to be. Taylor, Eric Asistin, and i didn't even think the event was going to happen.
To relieve the stress and anticipation Taylor and I took a trip to a nearby park in McCovey Cove and rest our hungover heads on a field of grass. We shared a cigarette a day dreamed of winning the contest and what we would do with our 15 G's. "Perhaps we should go back to the event," we thought. So we did.

Upon our return we noticed great progress in the lip and landing and i began to invision what was to become of the unfinished set up. Before i could blink it was time to test it.
Holy Shiza Minuten that rope tow thing was so sketchy! Before it was my turn to try it for the first time, all i could hear was my heart pounding and the murmur of the distant announcer selling the crazy "catapult" device to the crowd. "the Catapult came all the way from New Zealand," the announcer claimed. "It is its first time in The States and it will be towing the competitors from 0-60 mph's in under 3 seconds. "GREAT" i thought. "that sounds so safe and fun!" holding on to that rope tow was like riding the biggest, baddest, most f'ed up Bull at the rodeo. you could only hold on for so long before you were forced to abandon your grip, otherwise your arms were ripped clean off hahaha. or at least that's how it felt. as soon as you dropped the rope you couldn't even blink before you were at the top of the lip, and then you were on your own from there. It was so sketchy all of the riders decided to give the best trick $5000 while everyone else splits the rest of the $30,000 prize purse evenly. if you do the math we all walked away with about 2 grand...not bad for a days work!

Highlights of the event included Chaz's backside rodeo 7's, Wyatt Caldwell's cab-5, Ian Thorley's double back flip, and of coarse Chris Sorman soaring way above the deck of the beast.
After the event i limped back to the hotel room, sore as a biscuit, and continued right where i left off the night before...with all of my friends and more bottles of $10 dollar champagne than anybody has ever seen in one evening. So far, i can easily say that it was the best weekend of my life! Cheers!

Labels: Brandon Cocard, Chaz Guldemond, Icer Air 2008, Porters, Taylor Carlton

Comments:

 Anonymous
well said shakespeare!

"perhaps you shall write agayn and I shall enjoy it! muahaha"

# : October 20, 2008 6:21 PM

 

 Zak.Shelhamer
I heard Chuck Norris was there and he got disqualified for doing a round house kick to the hip.

# : October 20, 2008 6:31 PM

 

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