Sometime I’d say around 2001 or 2002 I found myself at some relatively new trails somewhere outside St. Louis, Missouri. The crew of dudes running them were on the younger side, and if my memory serves me right they called themselves the Water Lilies. You see, the different little riding cliques that made up the scene around St. Louis back then all had names. I’m not sure just why this crew was called the Water Lilies, but that’s neither here nor there. What is important is that was the first time I ever met Garrett Guilliams. It’s been rad watching him go from basically a little grom to one of the baddest dudes to ever touch a bike. That’s a big statement I know, but it’s more than justified. The dude pretty much shuts down any session he’s a part of! I was beyond stoked to find this new edit sitting in my inbox of him doing what he does best, absolutely killing trails and concrete! Enjoy!