I wouldn't be who I am today without Cody. He taught me that it's ok to show your friends love. He taught me that I had no fucking idea what intelligence was. He taught me I didn't have to go it alone, and time spent in the company of friends is never a waste, regardless of the activity. Also, footjams.
This edit is a testament to his love for bmx and his friends. He rides hard as fuck because BMX deserves it and that's it. Watching it come together over the last year has been mind-altering. Everyone talks about putting everything they've got into one cohesive project, but few ever do. He did it in between working 3-4 jobs, without a filmer, and without a steady crew of riders. Not to mention, he almost lost his arm to shingles and his appendix self detonated. Kid, one of Cody's closest filming resources (2 hours away) shot the thumbnail on a pretty average day for Cody. He worked his ass off all night, slept a wink, woke up and moved an entire house, all before sneaking a gap-to-rail into his day. Through all this, Cody still found the time to print a run of Yogi T-Shirts for the crew, because that's Cody. We've all called him the TM since the beginning of antics. He's trying to buy some scary van off craigslist and take his boys everywhere all in the name of a good time. He willed this entire piece into existence and monster trucked over all excuses in the process.
Cody is the embodiment of everything I love and hold dear about bmx. Cody, you are my brother, and I love you.
After doing a BMX 'zine for ten years (1987 - 1996) FATBMX made it on the internet. The year was 1998. Here to stay.