We started out as a group of friends that rode dirt bikes, BMX, skateboards, & wakeboards. We rode all day and partied all night. We were the anti-jocks, the evil kenevils of high school vs. the trendy roid pumping posers. We flattened the bills of our hats so that when we walked into the joint everyone knew we were not down with the local football heros, rednecks, or cops. We were always out for the good times, and doing things our way. We didn't start shit, but we sure as hell didnt take shit. We got tired of the jock, the meathead, the shit talker, the angry drunk; the big guy picking on the little guy. We made a point of letting them know they suck, and shoved their shit right back down their fucking throats.

Our boy Woody started making shirts for everyone in the crew to wear when they competed in competitions, it was our way of showing that we didn't care about having sponsors, we were just there to ride with our bros, and cause a ruckus. One thing leads to another and people start becoming fans of us troublemakers and want to wear our shirts. Woody starts making shirts and stickers to sell to everyone who is a fan or likes to cause mayhem. Woody died February 7th, 2002. One of his wishes was to make a company of Team Loco. After some grief we came together as friends to try to make Woody's dream come true. Thus, you have Team Loco, a combination of people working for the cause and memory of one.

Team Loco is made up of those who are straight up a little bit off. We're people who don't care what others might think or how they might judge us. We are the unwanted; even the unwanted kids don't want us around. That person in your crew that you always have to keep an eye on because they'll get out of control if you dont baby-sit, is the everyday crew member in Team Loco. Maybe you shouldnt let us in your house; but you open the door, cross your fingers, and hope that we dont break too much while were there.

Team loco is whatever people say we are, we have been accused, misunderstood, and embraced for lots of wrong reasons. We are a gang, church kids, Chicanos, thieves, thugs, trouble makers, defenders of the cause, computer nerds, the good, the bad, and the ugly, the weird kid that always wears black, low riders, cage fighters, punk rockers, drunks, the new youth, the old guard, the cavalry, whatever. Now we ride dirt bikes, BMX bikes, quads, offroad trucks, wakeboard, wakeskate, wakesurf, snowboard, skateboard, surf, golf, whatever comes our way, well give it a try. Were not afraid to huck the gap or light someone on fire.

We are not ready to throw in the towel of conformity, we're here to stay and the virus that is Team Loco is spreading. We support those who can punk rock it, who can stand out from the crowd of sheep that we call society, and wont be told what to like and dislike. Those who will sacrifice for the cause, and those who are not afraid to try what has not been tried.

Things are still just getting started, and we're still finding our direction, but sure as shit the virus is spreading and we are here to stay, Love us or hate us, its all the same in the end, well see you at the exit.