Dave called me from the Magic Mountain. The truck had made it up there, but some hose blew off the engine causing it to overheat. I’ve driven the truck for three years and I’ve never blown any hoses off it. Give it to Dave and shit just starts falling off. He also broke the handle that opens the gas-cap compartment from inside. Luckily, Dave brought one of the Mansons with him to help out and he knew what was wrong with the radiator hose. Dave said the promoter shit when she saw the size of the ramp. It didn’t help any either that Dave hung up so bad on his first backflip attempt that he ripped the coping right off the top of the ramp. He said the audience was covering their faces in fear when he went for his second run. Just another day at the Say No to Drugs/Safety in Sports demo starring Dave Clymer. Wednesday, 4/20/94
The ramp building thing and the whole deal with Dave put me into a mild state of shock, so I stayed away from the house for a week. Plus I went to a race in Las Vegas. Lawan and Neal were both ripping in Superclass which is kind of like semipro. It’s not as hard as pro but you can still make plenty of money. I think they both made a few hundred bucks for the weekend. Brian was out front in pro all weekend and ended up with some ridiculous amount of money like normal, something like $800 or so. Thursday, 4/21/94
It’s been a week since I let Dave borrow my car and it still stinks. I have no idea what it smells like. I roll the windows down all the time but it just won’t air out. I think he impregnated my seats with some strange shed fungus. Everybody at the house gives Dave a hard time about smelling like fish but this is different. Anyway, Dave left this morning for a freestyle contest in Pennsylvania. I guess he had a couple ounces of pot and a $100 bag of speed rocks on him and everybody thinks he’s in jail. Neal dropped him off at LAX but Keith called from PA and said Dave wasn’t on the plane and he didn’t make it to the airport. This story was the talk of the town for about 36 hours. People were calling around for Dave updates. I called his parents’ house to see if he made it but his parents had moved and the forwarding number they’d left with the new residents was the Allentown county elementary school lunch menu...turkey and potatoes. 
Eventually Dave turned up at the contest. He just missed his flight and caught a later one. It’s funny how out of hand the story got. Sometimes I think Dave does this shit on purpose. It’s an ingenious plan to become the most underground BMX cult hero of all time. Unfortunately for Dave I don’t think that’s the case, he’s just getting weirder by the minute. Last week he was telling someone that he was in the best shape of his life and since he was skinny he could pull off all these tricks that he would have crashed on when he was buff and 30 pounds heavier. “I can over-rotate and just pull out of it because I’m so little.” He’s probably right...as long as he really believes it. And he does. The White Bear says Dave is the ultimate psycho-semantic superman. Yeah, whatever.Sunday, 4/24/94
Today was Lawan’s 22nd birthday so everybody pitched in three dollars and bought hamburgers and beer for a barbecue. A bunch of kids came over and rode while Scotty worked the new hibachi under the deck of the ramp. They got the hibachi at the swap meet and it cost everybody an extra $7 on their rent. The “house” spends rent money kind of like the government spends tax money. Today Brian was talking about raising the rent up to buy some light bulbs. I sat on the couch all day and watched TV. Crazy tattooed Jim came over with some guy and tried to get some pot. Ned sat and cleaned his speed pipe for most of the day. A few kids learned some new tricks on the ramp and I ended up losing the controller for the TV. There was a little skate session going on out front and Sal hooked up a basketball hoop and tried unsuccessfully to get a game going. At some point he started yelling at people about not washing their dirty dishes. I’ve always liked Sundays at the house.EPILOGUE
As we went to press with this story, new developments have the P.O.W. house in turmoil. Only five people are paying rent, which makes it $220 a person, the highest it’s ever been. I guess with kids forming their own versions of the P.O.W. house, there aren’t a bunch of people waiting to move in like in the past. To help out, Cruisin’ has put a roommates needed ad in his third issue of Berm. Lawan wants to start some P.O.W. summer camp and charge parents to let their kids stay at the house and ride in the back yard. SalDave’s condition has dilapidated at a staggering rate. After a bizarre incident where Dave stole the bolts that hold the toilet to the floor, Sal was forced to kick him out of the house. Now living with the Mansons, Dave has sold his BMX bike and rides up and down Iroquois on and old ten speed. On the brighter side, Brian, Neal and Lawan have all been ripping at the races. 
Brian recently won a brand new CR 250 motocross bike for placing first in an East Coast series. Neal has made enough money to postpone his trip back to England and continues to live jobless in southern California. And after his recent victory at a Seattle National race, Lawan bought a car. With only five guys left in the house, it’s expensive but things are running smoothly. Everyone is getting along good and the place is cleaner than it’s ever been. It’s only a matter of time until things get back to normal. would never let it happen. Chris Moeller
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Ah, you want video material? Alex Leech is your friend. Here are some clips:
Ultimate Weekend - POW / S&M section:
Dirty Deeds. Keith Treanor & Dave Clymer
Wall of Death on a BMX with Dave Clymer:
After doing a BMX 'zine for ten years (1987 - 1996) FATBMX made it on the internet. The year was 1998. Here to stay.