WCMX – Finding Life And Independence On The Ramps


Imagine a sporting event where the very best professional athletes in the world spent the day hanging out with and coaching even the rawest of beginners for free. No managers, handlers, or egos, just a genuine desire to help the next generation of superstars and regular-stars develop their skills.

A place where a bold seven-year-old has the same right to play as the reigning world champion, and the fiercest of rivals share their best tricks and no-longer-secret moves with the competition. A playing field whose participants say, “I want to beat you, but only on the very best day that you have ever had. If you’re not at your best, then my triumph is meaningless,” and so they spend the days leading up to the contest working hard to improve their opponent’s game

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