[Broadway Bomb 2013] – Saturday – BBQ

After a half hour sprint, everyone needs some fuel. Best part is when your exhausted body has to work another 4 miles to get to that fuel, so our trek towards the BBQ began.

Naturally, we weren’t alone and cruised past Bikes N Boards’ Andy, who managed to mess up his foot right before the bomb and had to be on foot the rest of the weekend, and whom I’d properly meet later on.

I couldn’t resist snapping some pics of the Brooklynscape either.

Water break about halfway was an absolute must too, especially with headwind lagging our arrival.

And finally we made it to the fun madness-

Yet another public service announcement by Ian.

And then the sweet, sweet food-

REY burgers to go with your trucks anyone?

DB boards had a little demo display set up in the grass-

And people were bustin tricks in the basketball court as usual-

And of course the New York’s finest since this was a legal and legitimate after-event

Race naturally wasn’t without some casualties this year either-

And some creative threads were rocked-

Giveaways occurred with the crowds resembling seagulls-

And plenty of usual costumes were worn, since Bomb is skaters’ early Halloween like Comic Con is for us geeks

The mysterious Samurai was there with his Bombin board deco that I saw the night before-

Saw a Flexdex Fat Daddy used right-

And then, unfortunately, BBQ got broken up due to kids climbing the fences of the basketball court, so the afterparties began much earlier than expected. So I set sail once again towards the usual deli across the highway overpass.

Next up, Saturday, the Afterparty.


[Broadway Bomb 2013] – Saturday – The Race

First half of the day including the race was really rough thanks to the booze-a-palooza I had the night before. I barely glued myself off the bed, got ready, threw myself into the subway to hopefully make it to the race…

I surfaced at Times Square, dashed outside, and started skating down Broadway in hopes of catching one of the schools of racers. For the first minute or so, I was out of luck and worried a bit, but after another glance behind they surely appeared. Now it was time to do foot and camera work.

The rest of this was as fun as last year’s race, although I missed the beginning madness. Everyone was pushing hard just to get to the finish.

Chicks and dudes, all sorts of boards imaginable, incredible stoke and plenty of shralp.

Bomb is truly the best event on the east coast that brings all kinds of skaters together to do whatever they want to do. Race, cruise, hang out, its all up to you with this one. A real skate festival that promotes our culture, wrestles with the traffic laws, and gets on the local news every year.

Some of the spectators can be just as ballsy as us skaters, though given the nature of the event I would advise against some of these kinda moves-

All of us have plenty to worry about without people jumping out into our path just to take some cellphone pictures, but publicity is publicity I suppose.

Didn’t quite have to dodge any busses and trucks this year, and best of all the 5-0 was trying to help things finish after their failure at the starting line.

Finish line was bustling and everyone was taking a breather before doing another 4 miles to the BBQ.

Crazy dudes with Pennies. I love those little things, but for the madness that is the Bomb and having a camera out a about it can be a very poor choice of a deck.

There’s Waldo.

And now for another highlight of the weekend- Evolve powered board:

This crazy thing can apparently last a good few hours on battery and sport a whopping 20mph on flat ground! If the price wasn’t an arm and a leg, I would definitely consider something like it for a proper commuting machine.

And then came the time for a grueling 4 mile stretch to the BBQ that was not fun after half-springing about 6 miles down the ‘way.

Next up, Saturday, BBQ.

[Broadway Bomb 2013] – Friday

Last year’s bomb coverage, in case you missed it.

Better late than never, I suppose; and this will be one helluva long story, so here we go:

-Friday, October 9th 2013 – Longboard Loft. ~5PM-

Things kicked off in the afternoon at the Loft with an all-day chill, skate, and contest sessions. I rolled in around 5 to pre-game for the pre-party at *Uncle Funky’s later in the evening. Things were beginning to slowly wind down given that nightly events were all 21+ and youngins were beginning to turn in slowly. I grazed the very end of the hippie jump and the last bits of daylight.

I promptly hopped across the street to hang by the Loft itself and meet some new faces. Stoke for the race was definitely in the air, as was the wait for the official pre-party. I happened to park up next to the lot in the right side of the picture above and conversation leaned towards my Freebomb setup. As I was getting to the middle of my Surf-Rodz story, that came off as poor customer service until the end, no other than Wayne himself presented me with his business card and a welcome to contact him if anything similar happened in the future. Pretty damn rad and random to just bump into the owner of a very prominent precision truck brand just like that. He recognized my board too, since I linked it to SZ’s Facebook page and was featured in one of their post. Couldn’t resist asking for a shot with my deck either-

Next up were a couple of Pork Slaps at Lucky Jack’s next door.

After that I talked to Anvil Longboards and really enjoyed their integrated, motion-activated light system to help stay more visible while skating in the dark-

The kicktail looked very unique and fresh as well, which actually drew me in initially.

Loft was poppin with a usual prize draw and after taking a few snaps, I headed onwards to Funky’s for the real party.

-Friday, October 9th 2013 – Uncle Funky’s. 7PM-

Usual suspects were posted by the entrance and mild skating was happening around. Things were definitely about to get on the way, but little did I know just how gnarly the party was going to be.

Unknown to me then, I met Roberto who would later on become a new friend and a skate partner after the race on the way to the BBQ.

It was awesome seeing another guy rock one of my home boy’s very first setup by the book- Gravity Hypercarve with Gullwing Sidewinders. Visually sluggish, yet practically nimble longer kind of setup.

I ran into Toxic Surf Jim right away and it was great catching up for a few minutes before heading in. Got a fresh vinyl sticker to add to my deck’s belly and keep reppin his brand.

I went ahead inside to find a good parking spot for my plank before things became crowded. Seeing Jeff always makes my day, and he was already busy dishing out refreshments when I got inside.

Party was well under way despite it still being pretty early for a Friday night, but it sure beat waiting on people to start showing up.

It really didn’t take long for everything to become seriously poppin, to a point where re-surfacing turned into a slow moving line, haha.

Kristen, Noel, and Billy (whom I would properly meet the next day) were hanging outside, working the door, and keeping commotion to a minimum to avoid getting the shenanigans broken up by the 5-0.

On one of my fresh air trips, I bumped into REY Trucks themselves, and their setups put a huge smile on my face-

You don’t really see Kracked Skulls decks out on the streets of the east coast all that often, nor do you really see GBomb brackets/Illuminati complete. KS M1 was my very, very first board and the sentimental value in seeing more on the streets is huge for me. GBomb brackets were a crucial part in my latest build, and they too are just as rare of a sight out in the wild. 2 birds with one stone, perfectly done, REY Trucks!

Sooner than later, the outside was probably more packed than the inside of the party-

And the night would not be complete without our keynote speakers on the race the following morning-

Now, the funniest thing of the evening was selling 2 jacks to some random business suits for a generous offer of $8.

The next day’s Samurai skater had a very rad Bomb planted on the nose of his deck, pretty creative and appropriate-

After I barely survived the onslaught of awesome beverages, I decided to wobble my way towards home via Williamsburg detour to close out some bars and call it a very, late night that I would partially regret the next morning due to my inability to get up.

Next up- Saturday, the Race.

This Is War – Surviving Broadway Bomb 2012 NYC

“Attention all Skaters! Ian has received a summons from the City of New York. In order to avoid being prosecuted, Ian Nichols must officially cancel the Broadway Bomb and relinquish all responsibility. However, We are going to flash mob 116th Street and Broadway at 11:50AM and Start the Race at 12:00PM exactly. Get the exact time from your cellphone. Please don’t show up until 11:50AM because there may be a police presence. Please share this post with everyone in order to keep us all safe. See you there.”

“PLEASE BE ADVISED: 1.) Pursuant to Court order, the Broadway Bomb race and flash mob will not occur on October 20, 2012. 2.) Participants in any such event will be subject to arrest.”

This was the setup for this year’s Bomb. More or less no rules besides keeping your head above the water and NYPD versus skaters all-out war.

I ran into several camera difficulties, so my video will be as chaotic as the event itself.

Small gatherings began around Columbus circle where we all had to decide what to do exactly- try the ocean of cops around the starting line, wait right there and jump in once our crowd passed along, get as close to the starting line as possible, follow the route, veer off route to avoid 5-0 as much as possible… way too many decisions that had to be made quick.

I got my (ultimately faulty) setup ready to roll and headed off uptown.

I ended up reaching 108th and Broadway and decided to wait for some skaters to roll through to join up with them and plan our route as soon as I saw way too many cops being posted around here already. (Also where Kingofnewyorkhacks took my cover photo). The media was all over the city waiting to document this battle and that felt exhilarating- a good chunk of the city and NYPD has their eyes on us. It was time to shine.

As soon as a clock tower rang its bell at noon, a floor of skaters poured into Broadway and the war began. Cops didn’t linger around either- barricades were put up at several points along the supposed route, undercover units were ready to pounce, and our giant group was constantly followed as well.

I ended up with a small pack that went down Columbus Ave. down to the circle, and then we decided to take 5th Ave. down to avoid the insanity waiting for us through Times Square. While going down 5th, I noticed several barricades being ready for some action as well as undercover units disguised as construction workers, who used radios to report sighting us as we moved along.

Groups of us were constantly lost  and found, but everything was moving along towards the south bay finish line.

Once we got past Union Square, we all went on the actual Broadway and kept our eyes peeled for 5-0. Things were going pretty smooth at this point, and as I heard later on, cops simply gave up trying to bust us past Union Square and were even helping us move along. Smooth sailing from there on out, besides skepticism of the moment.

Finish line blocks were decorated with spectators and cops along the sides, kind of beats the red carpet if you think about it.

Now that the main 8 mile dash was complete, it was time to push another 4 miles for the barbecue at the end of the East Side River Park.

Sector 9 guys were absolutely amazing and kept on grilling their wieners and meat for all of us from 2 to 5 pm. Absolutely had to get them a nice tall beer each after I got my recovery food.

There were lots of gnarly characters who dressed up, had crazy awesome boards, and mini-competitions for tricks and slides.

This dude said every cop that saw him during the race was cracking up. I totally believe it, hahaha!

Some boards were in fact hurt during this race, so do not try this at home!


Like a sir.

How many people can you fit on this plank?!

How many boards do you know that can harbor your lunch? Or perhaps a phone? A wallet? Some Bomb shirts? I only know of one- Skate Case Boards.

Sir Toxic Surf himself. He found me on twitter after I posted another pic of my board with his sticker on it, and now we finally met. Very cool.

Now, for the real big deal-

On the left, the co-founder of the Shralpers Union, King Shralpy aka Noel Korman. One of the greatest dudes in the tri-state area who pours his whole soul into the scene each and every day.

And on the right, our humble host, Ian Nichols, who wanted nothing but smiles and high fives from this event. He has been organizing Broadway Bombs for years on end now, and pulled through once again during this insane election year. Much love and best wishes to you man!

Following the barbecue, I headed to my skate mecca of the city, Uncle Funky’s Boards, since I missed Jeff at the Bomb and the barbecue (plus I had to give him business this weekend).

And the race day semi-wrapped up at one of the official after parties. This was also the very first time I got to finally try Pork Slap, our official longboarding pale ale of the New York City.

This was most definitely one insane weekend that was absolutely worth the trip up. Stay safe, keep rollin’, and don’t forget to shralpit silly!