When Dennis picked me up in his rad double cabin VW transporter van I only noticed 1 bike in the back. Paul, Bern Buster and Rob were coming along for the fun of it. The case of Bavaria and the 12-pack of Bav-twisters promised nothing but trouble, uh, I should say, it promised good times.
If you've ever met Bern Buster you know you'll be laughing your ass off. He's got plenty of stories and could be on the road for 20 days and still come up with good ones. His latest story involved a trailer that they noticed they had forgot to attach to the hitch after 15 km, a flat trailer tire, a wrong spare, losing a wheel at full speed because they had attached the wheel with one bolt, getting pulled over by the cops, receiving a 200 Euro ticket and getting home with three wheels only. Ask Bern to tell you the story next time you see him.
When we arrived in St. Niklaas the case of beer was empty. With some brewski's in the pocket we made it through the entrance and didn't see a booth to pay a fee so Dennis and I put on the pads and explored the ramps while Paul, Bern and Rob checked out the bar inside.
When checking up with "the boys," the Dutch Bavaria's and Belgian Jupilers proved to be working well. One hour later and the vibe was even better/louder. Local Seppe had hooked Paul up with a Jenever, they serve that kind of alcohol at the skatepark. No complaints here.
Seppe also informed the Dutch crew about the afterparty in Vienna, only a 2 minute drive. I felt sorry for Dennis, the Bob of the evening, as he was being forced to drive team trouble downtown for the afterparty.
We followed Seppe on his Shenyoung 4-stroke 50, parked the VW and arrived at the bar a bit after midnight. By this time Coach had made up a new language for himself. The Bavaria/Jupiler/Jenever combination turned out to be a successful formula.
The Vienna bar was a cool place. Seppe works there on Friday and it's the hang-out place for the boys and professional soccer players. We met one there who played against Heereveen with Beveren earlier that week in the Uefa Cup.
More Jupilers for team trouble and coca-cola for De Schep. Whatever music they played, it sounded good. With all Dutchies dancing, you understand that we were stoked to have a designated driver among us. After dropping a beerglass PdJ disappeared to the toilets upstairs.
Usually for a nap but he made it back with only one Vans shoe. People had recognized him from the park as he made sure that everyone had heard he was there. The rest of the BMX-ers arrived just when Paul vomited on the soccer player's jacket in a dark corner. That's when it was time to say goodbye to our friends and get the hell out of there quick. Those soccer players know how to kick!
Apparently Benny Korthaus is not welcome at Vienna any more after destroying a bunch of glasses at an earlier visit. Not sure if we are welcome again at the afterparty of the next St. Niklaas jam.
It's all about the good times.
BdJ
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When Dennis picked me up in his rad double cabin VW transporter van I only noticed 1 bike in the back. Paul, Bern Buster and Rob were coming along for the fun of it. The case of Bavaria and the 12-pack of Bav-twisters promised nothing but trouble, uh, I should say, it promised good times. 
If you've ever met Bern Buster you know you'll be laughing your ass off. He's got plenty of stories and could be on the road for 20 days and still come up with good ones. His latest story involved a trailer that they noticed they had forgot to attach to the hitch after 15 km, a flat trailer tire, a wrong spare, losing a wheel at full speed because they had attached the wheel with one bolt, getting pulled over by the cops, receiving a 200 Euro ticket and getting home with three wheels only. Ask Bern to tell you the story next time you see him.
When we arrived in St. Niklaas the case of beer was empty. With some brewski's in the pocket we made it through the entrance and didn't see a booth to pay a fee so Dennis and I put on the pads and explored the ramps while Paul, Bern and Rob checked out the bar inside.
When checking up with "the boys," the Dutch Bavaria's and Belgian Jupilers proved to be working well. One hour later and the vibe was even better/louder. Local Seppe had hooked Paul up with a Jenever, they serve that kind of alcohol at the skatepark. No complaints here.
Seppe also informed the Dutch crew about the afterparty in Vienna, only a 2 minute drive. I felt sorry for Dennis, the Bob of the evening, as he was being forced to drive team trouble downtown for the afterparty.
We followed Seppe on his Shenyoung 4-stroke 50, parked the VW and arrived at the bar a bit after midnight. By this time Coach had made up a new language for himself. The Bavaria/Jupiler/Jenever combination turned out to be a successful formula.
The Vienna bar was a cool place. Seppe works there on Friday and it's the hang-out place for the boys and professional soccer players. We met one there who played against Heereveen with Beveren earlier that week in the Uefa Cup.
More Jupilers for team trouble and coca-cola for De Schep. Whatever music they played, it sounded good. With all Dutchies dancing, you understand that we were stoked to have a designated driver among us. After dropping a beerglass PdJ disappeared to the toilets upstairs.
Usually for a nap but he made it back with only one Vans shoe. People had recognized him from the park as he made sure that everyone had heard he was there. The rest of the BMX-ers arrived just when Paul vomited on the soccer player's jacket in a dark corner. That's when it was time to say goodbye to our friends and get the hell out of there quick. Those soccer players know how to kick!
Apparently Benny Korthaus is not welcome at Vienna any more after destroying a bunch of glasses at an earlier visit. Not sure if we are welcome again at the afterparty of the next St. Niklaas jam.
It's all about the good times.
BdJ
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After doing a BMX 'zine for ten years (1987 - 1996) FATBMX made it on the internet. The year was 1998. Here to stay.