YoBeat: Making Fun of Snowboarding Since 1997

It’s hard being an aging legend. Just ask Todd Richards. Forced to fly around the world, paid to talk about nothing of importance, and eventually return to his sunny So-Cal home where his only fitness options are surfing, skating, snowboarding, bike riding, anything aquatic or land oriented actually. Never mind, Todd Richards has it fucking good.

Yobeat: I hear you’ve got a big trip planned. Do you fly private or drive to the airport in a Bentley like Tony Hawk? Why or why not?

Todd Richards: I’m going to France on a French Airline, in French coach. I imagine it will smell like two sweaty hams marinated in vinaigrette and ashtray. So no on the private jet. When we get picked up I can only imagine it being a snotty Moroccan/Perusian cab driver with a strong dislike for Americans and an even stronger distaste for direct routes to hotels.

Has your attitude on travel changed over the years?

There are certain places I love going and have always loved going, like Japan and New Zealand.  There are other places that I dread going, like France and Stratton.

Worst experience you’ve ever had while traveling?

Sitting next to Nate Bozung after a four-day bender at ASR, all the way to New Zealand.

Are you a member of the Mile High Club? Do you know anyone that is, or have you seen it go down?

I unfortunately am not, however I did see two people fully boning on my flight home from Vegas last SIA. It was on a 7PM flight. It was funny, everybody just pretended it wasn’t happening. Probably because the chick was a ghoul and the dude looked like he lived off-off-off the strip in a ‘68 double wide.

Best trip of your life?

Besides every time I go to Fiji? I would have to say the first time I ever left the east coast and went out west to snowboard. It was in like ‘90 and we went to Tahoe. No screw that, it was when the OG Morrow team went to Japan. Me, Dirksen, Lepore, Billy Anderson, Chris Owen, and Erik Leines. It was great, Billy went to jail, Tyler threw up all over the van, and we were left by ourselves in down town Tokyo by our distributor with no idea where in Asia we were, and somehow we didn’t die.  Although, I’m pretty sure Billy was someone’s prison geisha for a couple days. I got shot in the face point blank by a pellet gun and I still have a welt. Ahhhh’ good times.