Devyn Trachuk -The Senior Collection-

"He wasn't always like this" his dad said smiling, as his son Devyn dangled himself almost elegantly in an upper atmosphere. See Devyn is accustomed to chewing on clouds and birds eye views, he spends afternoons employing his dirt bike as a sort of magic carpet to reach heights where kites reside. Devyn is a devout motocrossian. He competes around the state in large contests where he's up against other frequent flyers. He certainly is the antithesis of the competitive type. He's rather mute, hard to envision an aggressive side, speaks in short sentences, medium height, accompanying dimples, witnessed often. He's happy. Happy that he's found something to call his own. Something that feels comfortable, something that feels like home. As his dad mentioned, this passion didn't develop overnight. He stood on the outside looking in for awhile, dipping his toes in to test the water. If you want to go swimming, you're gonna get wet. Let's just say he's grown gills. He lives and breathes this stuff. But when he's not immersing himself in the metal bicycle culture, he's catching a movie with his girlfriend or just "chillaxin". Get a load of this guy, as he takes a "pause for the cause", this is Devyn Trachuk.

Sam Wright -The Senior Collection-

He told me that it didn't matter what he was doing, he constantly wished he was riding. He confessed that this addiction has occupied his mind since he could remember. This was all explained to me after he disclosed his secretive and grand idea to me (which at first thought, I suggested that it lacked any sense). I slept on it, let it's weirdness digest, and soon the weirdness transformed into a refreshing creative spirit. Sam Wright loves to dirt bike. So we sought out to capture a world in which he thought everything existed so that he could ride.

Underneath the helmet, and behind the foggy film of dust and buggy debris stained on his goggles, is a funky soul. He's the king of quirk. He's got permanent helmet head, he rides a bike the color of slime made famous by a juvenile television network with my name in it's title, he does his most convincing Michael Jordan impression anytime he laughs, and he isn't afraid of jumping fences and participating in a little friendly trespassing. After a long conversation about our first fist fights in school it was determined that I would become a die-hard fan of this kid. Plus, he's a ginger. This is Sam Wright.

Trevor Scott -The Senior Collection-

Being pancaked by an ATV wouldn't have been my ideal death choice. It still isn't. Yet it almost happened. I'm not ready to knock, knock, knock on heavens door and luckily the young sir below me, the one with rosier hair than our favorite ostracized late-night tv host, helped prevent me from knocking on that door. On the way to a secluded location in the desert, I felt like testing the wall climbing capabilities of the ATV. It was only moments later that I was stuck in a vertical position and Trevor was helping me off, but not before snickering and muttering, "you drive worse than my girlfriend". Touche Trevor.

This kid is so gravy. His hats match his shoes-that's gravy. He competes in motorcross for $-that's gravy. He isn't afraid to wear pink-that's gravy. He's been with the same girl for over 2 years-that's gravy. His favorite thing in life is his family-that's gravy. Saving me from killing myself on a quad-that's gravy. After his shoot I was still dwelling on his mellowness. I guess it was his maturity at a "can i see some I.D." age that I thought was exceptionally unique. He's probably wiser than I am. He did spill water on my camera though. A fact that I like to acknowledge every time I talk to him now. His response twenty minutes after he splattered my camera with Aquafina, and drenched me with apologies, and twenty minutes after it stopped working, "We'll go buy you a new camera tonight." Gotta love this kid. This is Trevor Scott.