My name is Lix.I build and ride old school BMX.
I have no tales of track glory, State Champs, trophies or skate park heroics like many in the old school BMX scene. My beginnings in BMX were humble.
I was a country kid, grew up on 1700acres in hill-country New Zealand, a total tom-boy. I loved mud, tools, Transformers, art, building and fixing stuff, sport, Weetbix and generally being outdoors. My first bike was a red Pantha Cub (16″ NZ made BMX) with trainer wheels that I got when I was 5. At 6 I’d ditched the trainer wheels and upgraded to a 2nd hand ’70s Raleigh Honey single speed girls bike, in metallic orange, brown and cream (very like this 24″ 3 speed only smaller, without gears). ‘Honey’, as I affectionately called her, could pull a wicked coaster brake skid. I remember riding that girlie Raleigh like I stole it and, all credit to the quality of Raleigh bikes, it held together like a champ.
My first REAL bike? I fell in love with BMX when my parents (perhaps taking the hint from the race track the Raleigh had carved out through Mum’s flowerbeds, across the lawn, behind the shed and back) bought me a Healing Freestyler for Christmas in ’86. From that point on the bike and I were inseparable. Together with some kids from neighbouring properties we built a killer track in our front paddock and would spend hours and hours on the weekends and after school doing time trials and building mad jumps (and landing in prickle bushes, ponds and various other hazards). I’m pretty sure we had no idea that things called skate parks existed outside of our little world, we were content, and as long as we could ride, we were free!
For the next 5 or 6 years, if I didn’t have a pencil or paintbrush in my hand, you’d find me riding or tinkering with my BMX. My poor parents had a rake permanently at the ready as I made a habit of carving up their lovely pea-gravel drive-way, repeatedly, in Guinness World Record breaking attempts at the longest coaster brake skid.
Sadly, some time in my teens, I sold the Freestyler to ‘upgrade’ and join in my friends who had all moved on to MTB. I convinced myself it was a sacrifice I had to make, just part of growing up. BIG IDIOT! Riding just wasn’t the same after that. But I guess it takes time to learn that growing up is a foolish aspiration.
I’m pretty sure that complex freestyle move in the pic below is called the ”WTF?”… and I have no idea what I was thinking with that handlebar gradient (!?)… but how hardcore is that coaster arm swinging free? Looking at the chrome forks, the pic must have been taken after ’the incident’*, indicating I’d probably just recently turned 9. I’ve just recently built a custom 1986 Healing Freestyler as a tribute to my original bike and the fun we had together.
(*The Incident: My Dad, in haste on his way out, had reversed his old Holden Belmont over my bike, lying in the middle of the driveway where I intelligently left it, and irrevocably bent the original forks with the threaded peg holes.)
Fast forward a quarter of a century and here I am living in Brisbane, Australia as an artist, designer and musician. As a compulsive over-achiever running 3 businesses, in early 2011 the necessity for stress management became a priority. And hence it came, like a bolt from the blue, I wanted to feel as free as I had when I was riding my BMX. I needed a BMX, not any BMX, AN 80s BMX! Buy one? Nahhhhh, BUILD ONE! Or two… or three…
From restoring and re-building came a love of customising, a way to integrate my penchant for design into my love of old school BMX. And so evolved LixBMX.com, a place to encapsulate all that I love about old school BMX from style to pure unadulterated…
CHECK OUT:My band MEDOLLIC.
My design studio WEALTH & HELLBEING CREATIVE.
My artwork BACSKAY.NET.