Deegan: I ended up buying a piece-of-shit house next door to Larry. We moved the jump park there, and it became the party house. I had all my buddies living there, and we just went nuts: Chicks, fires, guns, and parties every night and just ripping on dirtbikes by day.
Faisst: There was definitely drinking and drug use, for sure.
Linkogle: Lots of fire, lots of explosions, lots of gas. Good old fun.
Deegan: Here I am, this kid from Nebraska who was a nobody in high school. I come to California, and I'm like, "Whoa. I can get paid to ride a dirt bike and basically just party and get mad-hot chicks. This is sick."
Faisst: It was pretty crazy back then. It was constantly packed with young girls who were pumped on guys who rode motocross. I remember one time, this chick passed out and someone put sunglasses on her and a spoon in her mouth. They posed her throwing the West Side sign and took pictures. I don't know what the point of it was, but it was funny.
Deegan: Once we took some chick's keys and aired her car off of all these bike jumps. Then we just put it back in its parking spot with all of the fallen-off parts resting around it as if nothing had happened. We also had the riot police come up once after we were shooting off machine guns—I guess they wanted to make sure no one was dead.
Metzger: I could see that hanging out with Larry and the other guys would be troublesome, and I don't like to find myself in trouble. Larry especially likes to do things just for shock value. I decided I needed to separate myself from their antics because they weren't looking at freestyle motocross as a sport anymore. They were treating it more like WWF wrestling. It was a joke.