By Rob Heran and Sebastien Doerk
The Roots of a Dream
It all started 1988. I was a seven-year-old kid when we moved from Prague, the Czech Republic to Germany and I got my first BMX bike from my mom for my birthday. It had lights, fenders, and reflectors all over and I was the happiest child you could imagine. The park nearby was my playground to skid and race around the blocks with all the other kids. I had this BMX and I knew from all the pictures and TV that these bikes can make me fly. I started to use some old wood and built some small jumps to get a few inches airtime under my wheels. From that point I have been a daydreaming kid, drawing BMX jump-lines in my schoolbooks and imagined where I could jump around on my bike. That cycling thing got me and helped me through difficult times as my mom died of cancer a year later. I grew up in an orphanage and riding my bike has been more than just playing around. It helped me to deal with frustrations and symbolized freedom.
Lost in the Adult Life
Somehow along the way, I lost that ramp-idea. I guess I grew up. Life got accelerated. I hurried from event to event and got lost in the business world of the bike industry. I lived a life in the fast lane and set focus on other things in this competitive world. Two years later the fast new van broke and I moved back into my old, slow one. I quit the job at Specialized and re-organized my life around the values that really motivated me to ride and so I moved on.Amazing years followed. I got the chance to travel the world, I rode some of the finest trails on different continents, met amazing people and learned a lot about other cultures. I‘m so thankful for every single experience and opportunity to travel and more than happy I can still call it my job until today.Now, I‘m a 35-year-old man with a beautiful family, a restored adventure mobile, and an almost forgotten childhood dream. I knew one day I had to build it. As a freeride athlete I always look at landscapes and imagine what a rideable line could look like. I see ridgelines, natural spines, wallrides or landings everywhere… The only thing missing would be a massive mobile ramp.
The Ramp: A Bike Connection Project
I involved another friend of mine I used to race with in my early Dual Slalom races; Nicolas Thrun. His family business is specialized in the production of stainless steel food silos and he helped us with all the transition parts and bending it accurate to 5.5-meter radius we needed. I bought twelve offroad sand sheets to connect the transitions and use these as my grippy and solid riding surface.Then I needed to find a transport and mounting solution. For that, I use my roof rack with multiple attachment points on top. I connected the single ramp parts in a way that they also work as out folding “wings”.
I needed some custom made stainless steel bushings, made by another bike buddy, Flo Bleyler who is a precision engineer. That way I can use it as an awning on one side and for my hammock on the other when not in use as a ramp. For the awning, I got help by one of my closest friends Leander Angerer who I started racing with back in 1998. He sew a custom fabric for me to fit the transitions in his “Racing Atelier” workshop. At last, I found a solution to transport all the aluminum sand sheets under the car to have the additional weight central and low distributed.The only thing missing—a landing. It was deep winter in January when I had everything finished. I‘ve set up the ramp only once before to see if the construction itself works, but I haven’t jumped it yet. Nevertheless, I packed my new built Evil Wreckoning bike and everything I needed for a three-month road trip adventure all the way down to the Atlas Mountains of Morocco. It has been a destination I always dreamed of visiting with my own car.
A massive thank you goes out to everyone who helped me building this. You guys rock. I want to see all of you this summer hit the ramp at the lake jump!And thanks to ION bike, Evil, and Spank for supporting this journey! I owe all of you a beer or two…
Last but not least, thank you, Sebastian Doerk for joining me on a trip of a lifetime and capturing the epic shit.