My most memorable image of Billy happened in the opening stages of the first Fontana skatepark. Salba and I were leaving the park, while we waited at the intersection Billy pulled next to us to make a right turn. I look over and see him with a huge grin, smoking a bomber of a joint. He looked right at us and acted like he was gonna throw it and we bust up laughing. There goes Billy, driving down the street in his work truck smoking a bomber, smoke trailing out the window as he drove off into the sunset down San Bernardino ave. Classic Billy.

From then on Billy began the arduous task of learning the ropes of Badlands skateboarding. He has drained and skated more pools than most people will ever know. He used to be Billy “long hair” until Salba made some bet with him that he lost and was literally scalped. A former resident of the Ridiculous house, he helped maintain the status quo and uphold the code of ethics. We’re glad to have him on our team, although sometimes we think its a curse.

Oh yeah, he was an integral part of opening up the fire pools of San Bernardino with us. He worked his ass off and earned his spot.

One time, at pool on the hill. We get to the top, me Salba and Billy, and there’s water in the pool and the buckets are in the truck. Billy volunteered to “run” back and get the buckets. Rad, its roughly a quarter mile thru dense brush on a steep hillside that falls away with each step. And its hot. Then thru a ravine of thickets that render your socks useless with each pass. He brought the buckets back in record time and didn’t complain. I shot video of it that will eventually be seen when the Fire Pools documentary gets made.