While I’m currently in the throes of assembling all of the components of the Who Rides The Tiger record that just arrived, I’d like to take the opportunity and try to offer some thoughts regarding a fallen hero.
As some, or all, or most, of the folks who darken the AHTBM web projects’s door might be aware, on the fourth of this month, the very legendary Scot Breithaupt passed away;
Obviously his passing was sorely unequaled by the life that he lived and the contributions that he made.
As a young boy who was head long in love with all things BMX, I was immediately attracted to everything he represented. Dressed up in his standard garb of SE racing jersey, lucky winged arm band, cut off fatigues, or camo racing leathers, and high top Vans, he was a real live stuntman;
-A personality that to my impressionable self, was a suitable replacement for Evel Knievel. He was obtainable, and accessible, and seemed to be in my mind, just like one of the kids in my neighborhood I rode with, only radder, and more bearded.
It was because of his influence back then that I wanted to choose my own path, and march to my own drummer’s beat. I never met the man, but one time many years ago spoke with him on the telephone when in the middle of an exhaustive pre-internet search for an SE jersey of my own. He was a fantastically friendly character to me that day, and his excitement about my excitement was infectious. It was as if he knew just exactly how stoked I was to be talking with him, and he returned every bit of my energy right back to me.
He was laid to rest this past weekend, and friends and family came together to remember the man who for all intent and purposes was responsible for bringing BMX to the dizzying heights that it enjoys today;
For my part, and for what it’s worth, I’d like to offer my thanks into the cosmos for what he did for me, and the rest of the little BMX scrubs of that era. He truly was a visionary, and from what I could tell, a spectacular, albeit profoundly troubled individual, without whom our world wouldn’t be the same.
Thank you Scot, for everything.
Illustration by Chris McNally
Reciprocal energy is the best kind of energy.
too soon… 🙁
I like this post. Well said, Stevil.
Yeah, he was a legend, his enthusiasm was off the charts, as was his appetite for some things that were bad for him. You would have loved him in person, he would have totally got you too. He always shined and had a great word to say, even when his chips were WAY down… his memorial was cool too. BMX Legends Galore. I had the luck to grow up, work for, and ride with that guy. RIP Scot.
Makes me want to go home and put on my OG SE jersey and go for a rip. RIP Scot.
Rad post! RIP Scot! C-Ya