Jimmy LaRiche, coming through the South Florida scene, had it a little different. Adam and Jimmy were best friends, but Jimmy had to get noticed through contests and on visits to Orlando. He was young, small and breaking through his growth phase. I wasn't sure about Jimmy at first, but I'll never forget seeing him stomp a backside 720 at the end of a Junior Men's contest run in Acworth, Georgia. He was so pumped that he screamed all the way back to the dock. He definitely had the pubescent, voice-crackling scream going on. He kept pumping his fist, yelling and smiling. Any time a rider has an exaggerated, prolonged celebration, it usually gets annoying. Instead, Jimmy's vibe gave me the feeling there is no one else in the world who likes wakeboarding as much as he does. His energy was contagious and refreshing. I wanted to ride with the guy, get good photos and put him in the magazine.