I don't like to play favorites (total bullshit but who honestly expects truth in journalism anymore), but after finally watching the Nitro Circus movie* I have to say Jim DeChamp is now running neck-and-neck with Street Bike Tommy in terms of being mine. Gosh, that sure sounds weird, especially on the week of Valentine's Day, but whatever. I was just too lazy to click open a thesaurus and find a suitable substitute for the word "favorite" and didn't want to double-up in the same sentence.
Regardless, an argument could certainly be made for the query "What's in a name?" with regard to Jim, because he really is a champ. It's like, with Travis Pastrana, someone so ridiculously gifted with an intuitive knowledge of the physics of the fucked, no matter how impossible or ridiculous the scenario may be you just always feel, "Yeah, he'll make it." But that's not always the case with Jim, nor with Tommy, and for that reason alone it's scary as hell to watch either of them commit to anything.
Don't get me wrong, Jim does have an undeniably freakish talent when it comes to things of a primarily bikish nature, but even then it's often what he ends up going for that puts you right on the edge of your shitter. And the fact he knows it's potentially fucked but still ends up throwing himself at it anyway makes you root for him all the more—and I don't mean that in like a pig looking for a truffle way. But, having now mentioned truffles, if anyone does want to be mine this Thursday, all it would take is a nice big box of those in the dark chocolate variety—vegan, of course, because I am one of those non-dairy fruit loops.
Anyway, Jim DeChamp, I salute you—with a T-Rex arm. Cheers!
* I understand I'm fully 2000-late on this, but geographical circumstance is as geographical doesn't when it comes to living remote and the world of entertainment.
(Photos by Sean Cliver; 2009)