
Whenever I think of the late Steve Irwin what immediately springs to mind is a grown man in uncomfortably short khaki shorts chasing after a crocodile, leaping atop it, and wrestling it into submission, all the while providing a running, huffing, and occasionally grunting commentary peppered with “Crikeys!” Irwin revolutionized nature programming—well, at least up until the Wildboyz came along, that is, but even then the inspiration was more than apparent in whatever absurd form it took—and made it excitingly fun and accessible for kids again, not just bird nerds like Jeff Tremaine. Anyway, this freshie’s for you, Steve, but should you ever find your way back to Earth via the Hindu beliefs of reincarnation I hope it is as a monster saltie. You earned it.
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No trip to Portland, Oregon, would be complete without a stop at Mt. Tabor. We, in fact, made many, many stops at Mt. Tabor, because its slopes were notorious for not letting anyone stop—at least not before gravity turned against them for better or worse (and usually the more worse the better). The ice block skates we tested there were a curiously fun concept that instantly turned to heavy hell on uncontrollable earth the second you lost your footing. Not that Johnny Knoxville really had to be concerned about this since momentum was the least of his worries. Simply standing up proved to be his biggest stumbling block to overcome. Anyway, we left more than a few human-sized craters around Mt. Tabor over the years, some of which can be seen in impacted action on the “Tandem Biking“, “Big Wheel Craze 2“, and “Yellow Sled” shoots, but one of the most endearing memories of all remains to be Dimitry Elyashkevich’s impromptu act of terrorism with “Poo on a Stick“. Giggles are good, people. Giggle often, because a life not spent giggling is a life not lived. Stick that in your tao, you zen motherf’er.