Nigel Sylvester Pens a Heartfelt Tribute to His Mentor and Friend, Dave Mirra

I remember those blazing hot, sunny summer days. The humidity was almost suffocating, and your sweat was the glue that united your skin and your clothes to one another. The good events would usually play in the evening so I would ride my BMX bike around Laurelton, Queens all day. Jumping over garbage cans, grinding park benches and blasting down Merrick Blvd. but I'd always get home just in time to wrap some vanilla cookies in a paper towel, pour a glass of my mom's sugar juice and place myself ...