To start off. Whats you’re name, how old are you, and what do you do.
Dre. 27 and I am FitBikeCos Australian team manager/representative
If you’re not Greek, why do you let me call you a wog?
Because I like you! Some days I am Mexican according to Mitch, Tenna, and John!
How did they get Mexican?
Oh hell knows! (laughter)
Tenna gets on these rants and just influences everyone to get on board. Damn him and his attractive personality.
You’re a man of many opinions. Let’s start this off in your court. Tell me something you want to talk about.
(Laughter) Lets start with sponsoring riders.
Ok. What’s the deal, what’s the reality.
Reality is that its who you are not how you ride these days – and I like that; I cast my mind back to the late 1990′s when you could be a complete utter dick and be hooked up. Now it’s more about who you are but there is a lot more of it that kind of takes the shininess of it away.
Do I smell a “Pete Radivo threw his bike at me when he was sponsored and I was young and innocent and 13 and a virgin” story coming on?
Yes well isn’t that a story fitting for the early 00′s…
Picture this. A young chap, stoked on life and BMX. gets his first real adventure to a big city park. Warragul was rated in the Camberwell category in its day – the place to be.
So off we went. My mate and I convinced his mother to drive us 2 hours to this concrete paradise.
We get there and man we were pumped. Now I was 16 at the time and I had an S&M Bennett. I worked super hard for picking vegetables and working in the butcher shop to get that bike.
We were riding around and all of a sudden dark clouds started to roll in. Then a commodore with a Chev badge turns up. And who gets out of the ‘dore? None other than the guy I had a poster of on my wall doing a super seat over Camberwell box jump… It was the 2020 issue with Russle Brindly No Foot Can Can at Tuggernong.
Pete Radivo. SPONSORED PETE RADIVO! Holy shit what a day.
So we are sitting there watching Pete and his dreadlocked brother Dao film for his project 3028282926282 section going from the grind ledge to down whip into the bowl. Epic.
Knowing what he was doing we chilled out until he took a break – when he chilled I dropped in.
On one attempt I dropped in but didn’t realise Pete had dropped in and before I know it I am staring up at this fucking Haro coming down at me. I cranked out of the way and the before I knew what a kebab was Radivo has thrown with all of his tattooed arm force a 30kg bike at me. I am pretty sure I broke down into a sea of tears and poo; can’t blame me, I was probably 4ft tall and built like skeletor. Pete hurled more abuse then fucking Dao pipes up…
Well I went home pulled down Petes poster put one up of Grosser. Kym is a real pro. And swore I would make life hell one day for Radivo.
Sure enough the tides have turned, Radivo is a D grade builder that cracks under any pressure applied from an MC and I am ballin rich with a Lamborghini and 5 wives – cause that’s what Mexicans do!
Pete and I are actually good mates now but I really did hate him for it. Classic example of why being a dick these days won’t get you far!