D.I.Y. is quite of a hot topic these days. Majority of the world is passionate about something and so are the skate park builders around the world. Starting from the scratch, building obstacles first from wood, than concrete or vice versa. Spending most of the days on their favorite turfs and bounce off the intruders. “Respect the locals” is one of the most common writings on the entrance of most of the playgrounds. And so it is. You gotta give respect for every inch of a curved concrete they built over the past decades…or else! While the product grows, so does the margin and here we are, September 3rd,1965 when the Surf City opened it’s doors and started the bowl growth worldwide. Followed by Ocean bowl, Bro bowl, Carlsbad, Upland and Kona. Burnside with it’s D.I.Y roots and later Dreamland present the modern curved cities for groms and rippers to bite in and get their shred on.
The trip that was pinned-up for the whole summer, yet we got time for it at the very end of our trail/concrete/bmx season. Not very happy to leave just for a few days, the van became part of the road, our rides in it and so did our souls. Majority not knowing really what to expect despite R.L.Ž.’s praise of a Dreamland’s bowl in Brixleg and a D.I.Y. 3-bowled beauty in Wörgl. 6-hour road commitment and the landing at the Innsbruck Landhausplatz Plaza, elevated by architecture of Stiefel Kramer. Late night shred and a good night’s beer.
After 5 hours the excitement raised our souls in anticipation of a Wörgl’s D.I.Y. Wow, did the guys pulled out an astonishing piece of art combining fun factor. Could not ask for more.
Mark Scott’s Dreamland team started to pile up Tyrolean concrete in 2001 and in only 2 months work finished the Cradle. One of the best parks in Europe and around the World. When our minds were already blown away from D.I.Y. spectacle, we got flushed down the heaven’s drain pipe to see the american masterpiece. Deep-end with 4+meter walls rounding up the fat snake with a tight cradle and couple of D.I.Y. projects at the side this truly was a delight. Never rode my bike to the last minute before departure and so it was, the last drop of sweat dripping from our uplifted grimaces. Wow, what a ride!