This is Mike at home in Laguna popping one off when he's not mountain biking, skating, jamming on the guitar or flying around on his dirt bike. Mike is the epitome of punk.
Mike on an old catalog trip to Cabo. He loves beer and so do the donkeys, a match made in heaven.
Mike at a secret spot in Central America. You know this photo is old because it's shot on film. It's super grainy to me but at the time I remember thinking this shot was super sharp. A lot has changed.
Mike at one of my favorite spots to shoot up in LA. He looks like a creep in this photo. I love it. We had to wake up so early to get these photos.
Mike at a little secret wave up north. I think that's Daniel "Traniel" Shea holding the flash. I wish the wave quality were better as this photo would have been a nugget. Instead it fell through the cracks.
Here's a little Burkard special up at Avila, the worlds best whip wave.
This shot was taken on the Pacific side of Cabo. We've been to Mexico so many times together. I wish we wrote some stories down from when we were younger. We've had some classic times.
The other side of Cabo. Backside airs are a lost art to me. You don't see enough good ones anymore.
Mike in Central America. He's always doing that preying mantis hand jive thing.
Mike out in front of my old house at 50th street, or the Newport Volcom house. We had some good times there as well. Once in a while we'd find a wave out front.
Mike is so punk that he shows up in a magazine that is focused on 14 year old boys. So punk.