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SUMMARY:Revel Surf Park
DESCRIPTION:Some events you attend. Revel Surf Park you survived. On January 31\, 2026\, Record Breakers Co. rolled its full arsenal into a surf park in the Arizona desert — a wave pool turned runway\, world-record attempts on moto\, BMX\, and trophy trucks\, the All-American Rejects on the mic\, and thousands of fans packed into 4503 S. Power Road in Mesa to watch history get made in real time. \nThe Pool Just Got Jumped\nThe signature moment belonged to Colby Raha. The seven-time X Games gold medalist lined up a 275-foot run straight across Revel’s wave pool\, hit the quarterpipe at full throttle\, and launched 90 feet into the air — the highest quarterpipe air ever recorded. The mark erased the 80-foot (24.37 m) record BMX legend Jed Mildon set in 2022. “This pool just got jumped\,” Raha said the moment he landed. Park officials called it the signature highlight of the night\, and the clip ran everywhere from Yahoo Sports to Arizona headlines within hours. \nNinety feet is not a number you ease up to. It is a full-commitment\, no-take-backs launch off a vertical wall with a pool of water where a landing ramp should be. Raha had spent a career pushing distance and height records on iron that was never built to fly; at Revel\, he pointed it straight up and kept climbing. \nA Surf Park Turned Launchpad\nRaha didn’t ride alone. Trophy truck driver Alan Ampudia hurled a multi-thousand-pound machine 150 feet in a long-distance record attempt. BMX’s Andrew Topa went after the world’s largest flair\, and Dennis Enarson dropped in on the world’s first BMX dirt mini mega ramp. Moto\, BMX\, surf\, skate\, trophy truck — every discipline Record Breakers stands for\, under one desert sky. \nIt played out as a full-day festival: elite athletes\, world-record attempts\, live music\, and a crowd that turned a surf park into the loudest place in Arizona. When the dust settled\, the All-American Rejects closed the night and Record Breakers walked away with another number in the book. Every event goes down in history. Revel just raised the ceiling — literally.
URL:https://build.recordbreakers.co/event/revel-surf-park/
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SUMMARY:Sturgis Thunderdome
DESCRIPTION:There are machines built to fly\, and then there is the Harley-Davidson V-Twin. It is iron and torque and low-end thunder\, a motorcycle engineered to chew up open highway and rumble through main streets — a heavyweight in every sense. Nobody drew it up to leave the ground. That is precisely why\, on the night of August 2\, 2025\, the number that hung in the Sturgis air felt less like a statistic and more like a dare answered: 205 feet. The longest V-Twin jump ever recorded. Certified. Live. In front of the whole rally. \nThe setting was the Thunderdome\, dropped into the heart of the 85th Sturgis Motorcycle Rally — the largest gathering of two wheels and loud pipes on the planet. Sturgis doesn’t do polite applause. It does dust and leather and a low collective roar\, tens of thousands of riders who have seen everything and are hard to impress. That was the jury Colby Raha rode out to meet. And Raha is not a man who flinches at a hard room: twelve X Games medals\, seven of them gold\, a résumé that says he has already proven whatever there is to prove. He came to Sturgis to prove something else entirely — that a bike that was never meant to fly could be made to soar farther than anyone had dared send one. \nThe Weight of a Legend\nYou cannot tell this story without Seth Enslow. Before Raha ever lined up in the Thunderdome\, Enslow was the man who made the V-Twin airborne into an event worth watching — the legend who defined V-Twin distance jumping\, who turned an impossible pairing of a heavy machine and open sky into a discipline all its own. Every rider who has since throttled a V-Twin toward a takeoff ramp has done it in Enslow’s long shadow. His legacy wasn’t a footnote Raha had to acknowledge; it was the entire reason the runway existed. To chase a record like this is to chase a person\, and the person Raha was chasing built the road he was riding on. \nThat is the quiet brutality of what a V-Twin asks of a jumper. A purpose-built motocross bike wants to leave the earth; it is light\, nimble\, forgiving in the air. A V-Twin fights you the whole way — heavier\, more stubborn\, less willing\, every pound of it arguing against the physics of flight. Distance on a machine like that is not a matter of nerve alone. It is a negotiation between a rider and an engine that would rather stay planted\, settled in stages by riders like Enslow who kept pushing the number out foot by hard-won foot. Raha showed up to move it again. \nTwo Hundred and Five Feet\nThe moment itself was pure and terrible in the way the best of these things always are. The staging. The engine note climbing. The runway swallowed under the front wheel. Then the launch — and for a stretch of time that had to feel far longer than it measured\, all that iron was simply airborne\, a heavyweight suspended over a Sturgis crowd holding its breath. There is no half-measure in a jump like this. You either land it or you don’t. Raha landed it. Clean. Two hundred and five feet from takeoff\, the longest V-Twin jump ever recorded\, and — crucially — officially certified\, not a claim whispered afterward but a record measured\, verified\, and stamped in the same night the crowd witnessed it. \nThat certification matters more than it might sound. Big air breeds big talk\, and the graveyard of extreme sports is full of numbers nobody could ever confirm. Record Breakers Co. builds its events on the opposite principle: the moment is real\, the measurement is real\, and the history is written the instant it happens. Every event goes down in history — but only because every event is held to the standard of actually being true. Raha’s 205 wasn’t a legend in the making that would grow with each retelling. It was a fact\, locked\, the second his wheels touched down. \nNone of it happened in a vacuum. The night carried the weight of its partners — Rockstar\, Weedmaps\, Dixon\, and Scrum Junkies — the kind of backing that turns a stunt into a spectacle and a spectacle into a certified record. But the machinery of an event only sets the table. What people will remember from the 85th Sturgis Rally is a single image: a Harley-Davidson V-Twin\, an engine that was never built to fly\, hanging impossibly over the Thunderdome while a rider chasing a legend rewrote the number for good. Seth Enslow defined the distance. On August 2\, 2025\, Colby Raha extended it — 205 feet into the record books\, and into Sturgis history.
URL:https://build.recordbreakers.co/event/sturgis-thunderdome/
LOCATION:The Thunderdome\, Sturgis\, SD\, United States
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SUMMARY:200 Feet To Flat
DESCRIPTION:The desert was already glowing orange when the crowd went quiet. That is the thing nobody tells you about a record attempt: before the noise comes the silence. Thousands of people packed into the Palm Springs Surf Club on June 21\, 2025\, and for one long held breath every last one of them stopped talking. At the top of the ramp sat Colby Raha\, engine idling\, staring down a gap that the sport had spent years calling impossible. Two hundred feet. To flat. \nUnderstand what that number means\, because the distance is only half the story. Big jumps in freestyle motocross are almost always built with a downslope on the far side — a landing ramp angled to catch a rider and bleed off the violence of the drop. Take that slope away and you are asking a human being to fall out of the sky onto ground that does not give. Two hundred feet to flat had been talked about the way sailors once talked about the edge of the map. A wall. A place you did not go and come back from in one piece. \nThe Wall Everybody Agreed Not To Touch\nRaha did not stumble into this. You do not accidentally clear the length of two-thirds of a football field and stick a landing with no downslope waiting for you. This was arithmetic dressed as courage — speed\, throttle\, ramp angle\, and the exact moment to let the bike breathe\, all of it rehearsed in the head a thousand times before the wheels ever moved. The margin between clearing 200 feet and coming up short is measured in feet\, and coming up short to flat is the kind of mistake that does not offer a second draft. \nPresented by Record Breakers and the Palm Springs Surf Club\, the whole night had been built to frame this single act. American flags were mounted along the ramp\, catching the last of the light and the desert wind\, snapping like the countdown itself had a pulse. The crowd was enormous\, stacked deep against the barriers\, phones up\, kids on shoulders. Everyone there knew they had bought a ticket to watch a man attempt something the sport had quietly filed under cannot be done. The only question left was which version of history they were about to witness — the triumph or the cautionary tale. \nThe Line Between Impossible And Done\nThen Raha dropped in. The engine tore the silence apart. He came down the run-in flat out\, hit the lip\, and left the earth — and for a moment that seemed to stretch far longer than physics should allow\, he was simply airborne over a lineup of 23 BMWs\, a row of steel and chrome laid out beneath him like a dare. The bike and rider climbed\, hung at the top of the arc\, and started the long fall back down. This was the part with no safety in it. No downslope. Just flat ground rushing up and the entire weight of a motorcycle and a man about to meet it. \nHe landed it. Wheels down\, weight absorbed\, momentum carried through — 200 feet cleared\, to flat\, clean. The silence detonated. What had been a held breath became a roar you could feel in your chest\, the whole Surf Club erupting at once as Raha rolled out of it upright and alive and suddenly on the far side of a barrier the sport had believed was permanent. In a single arc against a Palm Springs sunset\, the impossible got demoted to the done. \nWhy It Goes Down In History\nRecords fall all the time. Most of them are increments — a foot farther\, a degree steeper\, a fraction faster than the last person. This was not an increment. This was a category that did not exist becoming a category that does. Before June 21\, 2025\, 200 feet to flat was a hypothetical\, a bar-stool argument\, a line drawn on the far edge of what riders would risk. After it\, it was a thing a human being had actually done\, with 23 BMWs and thousands of witnesses and the flags still snapping as proof. \nThat is the difference between a stunt and a milestone. A stunt entertains you and is gone by morning. A milestone moves the boundary of the entire sport\, so that every rider who comes after now measures themselves against a mark that used to be a myth. Colby Raha did not just win a night in the desert. He redrew the map. And the crowd that went silent\, then screamed\, then poured out into the Palm Springs dark did not leave with a highlight — they left as people who can say they were there when the wall came down. Every event goes down in history. This one rewrote it.
URL:https://build.recordbreakers.co/event/200-feet-to-flat/
LOCATION:Palm Springs Surf Club\, Palm Springs\, CA\, United States
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SUMMARY:Rahville
DESCRIPTION:The Setup: Home Dirt\nEvery legend needs a birthplace. Most riders chase theirs across stadiums and sponsor tents\, borrowed ramps in borrowed cities. Colby Raha did the opposite. He looked at the ground he already owned — the dirt he’d bled into\, the compound where he’d learned to ride — and decided history would come to him. He named it Rahville. And in 2025\, he turned it into the birthplace of a revolution. \nThere’s a particular kind of pressure in performing at home. No neutral ground to hide behind\, no anonymous crowd to disappear into afterward. When you build the ramp in your own backyard\, the stakes stop being professional and start being personal. Every takeoff is watched by the people who knew you before the records\, before the cameras\, before the name became a place. Colby wanted it exactly that way. Rahville wasn’t a venue. It was a statement: this is where I’m from\, and this is what I can do. \nA Harley-Davidson is not a dirt bike. It is not built to fly. It is heavy\, stubborn\, iron-hearted machinery that fights every foot of air you try to steal from it. That’s the whole point. Anyone can make a purpose-built freestyle bike dance. Raha’s calling card has always been taking the machine nobody would choose and making it defy its own weight. On his home dirt\, with everything to prove and everyone he loved watching\, he lined up to do it twice. \nThe Moment: Two Records\, One Night\nThe first record was the one built on solitude. One rider\, one Harley\, 175 feet of open air between the lip and the landing. Watch the run-up and you understand how much has to go right — throttle held with total conviction\, body loose but locked\, the bike screaming toward a takeoff that offers no second chances. Then the launch\, and that long silent beat where physics and faith negotiate. Colby cleared it. One hundred and seventy-five feet on a machine that was never supposed to leave the ground. A solo world record\, set on the dirt he raised himself on. \nMost nights\, that’s the whole story — the peak\, the summit\, the thing you talk about for years. Rahville was only halfway done. \nBecause the second jump changed what the record even meant. Colby rolled back to the line\, and this time he wasn’t alone. His mother climbed onto the back of the bike. Not a stunt double\, not a stand-in — his mom\, arms around her son\, trusting him with the most literal weight a rider can carry. Together they launched into a 130-foot tandem jump\, and together they landed a second world record before the night was over. Two people\, one bike\, one impossible arc of air\, and the deepest kind of trust a family can hold. \nThink about what that asks of both of them. For Colby\, it’s no longer his own life on the line — it’s hers\, riding on every calculation\, every degree of throttle\, every inch of that landing. For his mother\, it’s a leap of faith you can’t fake\, made at speed\, in the air\, with nothing to hold but her son and her belief in him. The 175-foot solo record was about skill. The 130-foot tandem record was about heart. Rahville delivered both in the same night. \nThe Legacy: The Birthplace of a Revolution\nRecords fall. That’s what they’re for. Someone\, someday\, will jump a Harley farther than 175 feet\, and the number will change hands the way numbers always do. But you cannot break what happened on that dirt. You cannot take away the night a rider set two world records at home\, with his mother trusting him enough to fly on the back of the second one. That’s not a statistic. That’s a story\, and stories don’t fall. \nThat’s why Rahville earned its name as the birthplace of a revolution. It rewrote the geography of what these nights could be. It proved you don’t need a borrowed stadium to make history — you need home dirt\, a machine that shouldn’t fly\, and enough heart to put the people you love in the frame with you. It moved the whole idea of a record from something you take to something you share. \nRecord Breakers Co. exists for exactly this — the nights that refuse to be forgotten\, the moments where a number becomes a memory and a backyard becomes a landmark. Rahville is the proof of concept and the high-water mark all at once. Two world records. One night. One family. One patch of home ground that will carry Colby Raha’s name long after the ramps come down. Because every event goes down in history — and this one built the house it lives in.
URL:https://build.recordbreakers.co/event/rahville/
LOCATION:Rahville\, United States
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