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On 2/27/2001
Tom
wrote in from
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The Mill waits for me; it'll always be there. Located at the bottom of a very steep and quarter to one third mile drop, it lies nestled on the north side of a large creek that eventually empties into the Chattahoochee River; it used to be open all of the time and busy with housewifes and socialites shopping for that special something. It now belongs to me; it is my refuge from the week of work that often corners me into bleary weariness. This place is mine. Carving is mandatory, because bombing leaves no escape, for the drop ends in a parking lot lined with hedges, and the other side drops down into the creek. God my pintail - I swear she croons to move.
I shall oblige her.
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On 2/24/2001
splatwiz
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Set the alarm for 3 am.Goes off-- man I dont want to go out the door in 29 degrees. In the car 48"er in the back seat.Anticipation hits as the loneliness of the hiway hits me. Park on the shoulder of the steepest longest interstate ramp within an hour of here. Loosen the trucks some as there is only a lane to crave.Stop signal at the end that feeds out into a heavily travelled road to the now deserted mall. Lets be bold tonight and push off at the top way too fast without looking over the run for anything that will have you doing a head first dive onto the pavement. Wooosh the sound of 70 mm Kryptos straining to keep contact as the tail end is pushed out and it starts to give way. Carve hard to the backside as headlights hit the signs warning of someone wanting to use the steep descent with you. Only they are bigger and heavier and therefor gets all your attention. No carving with 8 cylinders bearing down on you but your speed is multiplying and you dont want to bust the stop light. Waiting for him to pass. Waiting, waiting, oh my God waiting. He passes gawking making your next carve even more critical. Does he know that? Does he care? Bend knees into a crouch and push the back into a controlled skid. A few more carves and your back under control. That was a blast as you 180 and hoot, jumping off the board and run to the top again. Why is that hiway patrolman slowing? Does he see me? Been here in the sub freezing glow from Target for over an hour and a half. Suns coming up and dont want cop to bum the whole night so you hit the side walk under the overpass and escape into the night to ride again. To add the finishing touch to an eclectic night the radio in the car is pumping out Jim Morrison and the Doors. What's playing? "Day divides the night, night destroys the day, break on thru to the other side, Break on thru!" Morrison would love longskate, I know he would.
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On 2/22/2001
fishroller
wrote in from
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beyond explanation is a KEY to soul man! you got it bro! Keep doing what you love, that is what it is all about.
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On 2/21/2001
GBJ
wrote in from
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Y'know, I've been hesitating to make this post for a long time. I figure the longboarders won't understand, and the slalom riders won't care. Well, I don't care what everybody else thinks anymore. Soul is personal and mine is, apparently, very different. You'll probably just think I'm crazy, but then again, aren't we all just a little crazy anyway? For me, the soul and heart of my love of skateboarding is about dashing down hills, through courses of little nine-inch orange "slalom" cones. Faster and faster, each time, always pressing for that extra .005 of a second. Tweaking trucks and taking notes, first the front, then the back. What did that adjustment do? The search for the ultimate equipment settings and the perfect line are all part of my love. Why do I do it? All to beat him; to be better than the guy who went down before me. Who was that? Me? I don't need an audience, prizes, or sponsorships. I'm a former professional actor and I could care less about whether I ever get on television for my slalom racing. It's not about that. It's about my heart, and my soul, maybe it's even a little bit about the father who taught me to skate slalom on clay wheels in the summer of 1970. Maybe I can't ever tell you all of the things that cause this strange little esoteric version of skateboarding to have such a hold on me. Maybe that's what soul is all about, being beyond explanations.
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On 2/21/2001 GBJ
wrote in from
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...and round and round, until it comes to carry you home. Rejoice. Nice thought. Thanks. :)
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On 2/21/2001
Mark
wrote in from
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Seven Summer Stories...
Summer 1977 in Jax, Florida; Downtown; and at the top of a parking structure...Seven Stories of left hand leaning carves. For me, that was 'frontside'. Now, it's 'toeside'. W. Mckinney, D. Chastain and K. Chastain drop in and begin the descent into the abyss. No eyes are upon us; nothing resists temptation to explore; The world falls away into darkness and dreams (Alan Parsons Project and Tangerine Dream soar in our minds), only to explode into light 35.7 seconds later onto the concrete.
No security guards? Oh yeah, it's Sunday; 'We go round and round and round until we pick it up again, Time flies, on and on it goes to the setting sun, carry round and round...'. I'm now 41 and can see that day as clear as I saw it then when I was 18. Our souls never forget to remember.
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On 2/21/2001
Sandragon
wrote in from
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Early 1960's, Salina, Kansas. A strange punctuated hiss drifts through the slow evening air, drawing me across the neighborhood, to Iron Avenue. There's the answer: steel wheels on concrete, with kids on top.
Rounding up an old roller skate and a 2X4, I soon join them. Knowledge of lubrication gives me the fastest board on the hill--no one even thinks about turns--until the wheels fall off. Seems those old skates just weren't built for high speed under a rigid piece of wood, and the metal bent, allowing the front axle to depart. That was it for skateboarding.
Late 1990's, Venice Beach, California. I'm deeply into the sand sculpture (www.sandhands.com/) but still notice the guys carrying long, graceful skateboards.
"What's that like?"
"Relaxing. Nice for cruising."
So, the next question is where to find one. The answer appears as I crank up Abbot Kinney: longboards hanging in the window.
I'm of two minds about stopping. They're going to laugh me out of the shop; I'm about as cool as Kansas in August. Don't let the risk of looking silly keep you from doing something fun, Larry. I slam on the brakes.
On the walls are all those old skateboards I remember. Bright red Skee Skates with steel wheels. Foot-shaped plastic jobs. The owner is friendly, and my age; we talk about making our first skateboards.
A week later I'm pushing north on 54 inches of birch plywood just before dawn. My neighbor is running south. "You look great!"
"Man, you GOTTA let me ride that board!"
"OK. Be advised it takes time to turn..."
He takes off. Push... push... roll... "Hey! How do you turn this thing?" He ends up in the sand, laughing.
The light turns green. I push off, gently because the next section is downhill. The farmer's market is crowded. On the next corner is a group of skateboarders. I feel their eyes; the light turns green as I approach the corner and I lean back gently. The big board tilts, the orange wheels grip and I carve around onto Main. "Sweeeeet!" from the standing skaters as I roll south.
Off to the store for milk? To a friend's house? To the library? Just for fun? Take the board! Get on, forget the world. It's nearly as good as sand sculpture. Don't think about it, just get on and go.
--Larry Nelson
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On 2/15/2001
Jake Plucinski
wrote in from
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This is a fairly new thing to me. Being able to stretch my abilities literally outside my front door. I've been longboard surfing for two years, but living an hour from my nearest break gets hard!! So on a trip to london i shelled out on a sector nine kick-tail. Its such a cool way to skate, so fluid yet so thrilling. I now skate to work most days, two miles along the main road. It gets pretty hairy sometimes but so far no damage, just lots of respect and a chilled out vibe at work! I can feel my surfing improve because of it too, its like the two sports complememt each other and bring out the others best aspects. Longskating is still quite a new thing over here in England, though its good to see it spreading, longboard skaters are the friendliest bunch of guys you'll meet.
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On 2/10/2001 Dick Streeker
wrote in from
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Hey
The grey days maybe around us now but asphalt shall lead us forward to that brand new day. I went for my secound ride the other day. It was sweet, if only to get to work. Gave myself some time, around here we say "Wake and Bake"
Then a 20 minute ride Grand Blvd. & 17th Staight West across Lonsdale (hanging 5) to Jones left then right past the Forbes Armour and then down Keith around 15 - 20 min
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this is why I ride
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On 2/8/2001
chris tanner
wrote in from
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stoked wicked just got in from a storming ride down from Burbage in the Peaks (UK) ... dark, quiet, new bearings, whoooooosh, with a bunch of mates going flat out half hour all downhill no cars (rare) dodging cats eyes dodging cats eyes straining for stones and sticks on the road whoops of adrenaline, carves, straightlining streetlights flashing by, wide road, rough surface whoa nearly cooked it carve left in to hunters bar enough speed to get round the roundabout twice buzzing buzzing this is where it's at!
gotta love it. at last the rain has gone.
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On 2/7/2001
Jean-Sebastien Gélinas
wrote in from
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The day we first met.
Its late at nite, and my walk walk seem to do it robotically. I am goin' straight home, igotta leave the Big city for the south shore, I need a rest. The weather is chilly, I got my hood protecting me from the cold but still. Dry leafs are all over the sidewalk, browns, yellows, gold and red... all kind of colours are everywhere. All around each of us at square St-Louis.
It is pretty. Its the end of a season, people seems happy after all. Winter is coming soon and I will get to the top of Mt-Tremblant with my closefriends soon. Will be surfing like PAC-MANz on a big screen colour television. I am pretty much concentrated on my walk but I ear a constant Crichhhhhhhhhhh!! Far around me, coming closer, a little bit more closer, a little bit more and a little more closer. At this time of the day the craziest things happen, I felt like «What now Fu$% is going to ...». And voilà... A board, four feet long, rollin' down the asphalt like a bowl of sticky rice in my stomach is blowin' all whats around me. Goin' straight ahead to the next crop of dead leafs. I can't believe it. It's coming from the oldest school ever, the thing gives me the butterflies belly n' i can't take off my eyes from the source of my joy n' happiness. The little child smile easily.
That day I got lucky and charmed by the carving. The owner of the LB and my self share a little. The next month I got my first Longboard. A four feet Hang Ten. But I was to late for a ride on an Automn leaf blanket. Longboarding is a treasury. To each of you that will read my letter. If. Ride safe, and don't let them make of us criminals.
A friend.
janseb03@hotmail.com
a.k.a. the french cowboy
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On 2/7/2001
Jean-Sebastien Gélinas
wrote in from
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The day we first met.
Its late at nite, and my walk walk seem to do it robotically. I am goin' straight home, igotta leave the Big city for the south shore, I need a rest. The weather is chilly, I got my hood protecting me from the cold but still. Dry leafs are all over the sidewalk, browns, yellows, gold and red... all kind of colours are everywhere. All around each of us at square St-Louis.
It is pretty. Its the end of a season, people seems happy after all. Winter is coming soon and I will get to the top of Mt-Tremblant with my closefriends soon. Will be surfing like PAC-MANz on a big screen colour television. I am pretty much concentrated on my walk but I ear a constant Crichhhhhhhhhhh!! Far around me, coming closer, a little bit more closer, a little bit more and a little more closer. At this time of the day the craziest things happen, I felt like «What now Fu$% is going to ...». And voilà... A board, four feet long, rollin' down the asphalt like a bowl of sticky rice in my stomach is blowin' all whats around me. Goin' straight ahead to the next crop of dead leafs. I can't believe it. It's coming from the oldest school ever, the thing gives me the butterflies belly n' i can't take off my eyes from the source of my joy n' happiness. The little child smile easily.
That day I got lucky and charmed by the carving. The owner of the LB and my self share a little. The next month I got my first Longboard. A four feet Hang Ten. But I was to late for a ride on an Automn leaf blanket. Longboarding is a treasury. To each of you that will read my letter. If. Ride safe, and don't let them make of us criminals.
A friend.
janseb03@hotmail.com
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On 2/5/2001 drewdog
wrote in from
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here's an image
I look outside of my small apartment window,,,its mid winter, snow is falling and the streets are slop. alas, I have to go to school, another chance to ride my board downtown to the college. Making the way is sooo nasty, slop is thrown up on my legs and leave huge splatters on my pants. the coldness burns my nose and stretches a long snot string out. oh, now I feel my bearings are slowing down as I splash waves through the puttles. oh, the fun, Just ignore the dirty looks as I walk onto campus. the preps dont know the joy of drippping rain off of your clothes and board.
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On 1/30/2001
Wadey
wrote in from
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Scoping out.
It's late at night, cold and raining. I quietly close my car door and walk up the hill. There it is - the hospital parking station. Looking up, I count 1, 2, 3, 4.... 8 levels. I walk onto the hard, smooth surface of the first level and head toward the stairwell. No speed humps. I run up the stairs to level 3 where there is another exit to a street on the high side of the block. No security guards. Casually walking down the gently incline to examine the turning space, I make a mental note of the loose, dry leaves on a couple of the corners. Still a few cars around even now, but plenty of space. I wander back down the stairs, my heart beating faster with the thought of cruising down this dream run. As I head back to my car, I put the key in the lock and turn my head once more to the top of the multi-story fun park. Oh yes... I will return.
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On 1/25/2001 Todd Bamels
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My message from before was cut off but I have a new situation for soul surf-cruise-bording. We get all puffed up and go to the parking structure in town. It's cold and the ache in my hands makes me not feel it when we smash into each other going down. Sometime I was hoping some guys could come and skate with us in Maryland.
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On 1/23/2001 roger
wrote in from
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Parking structures are some of the best skate parks even built!
Here is my spin on the topic:
Structured Soulsliding with Corporate Posh…
A ding sound echos through the ghost town of a corporate parking structure and doors open up to a posh marble elevator, it's so thoughtful of them to keep them running all night long. One step in there is a beautiful polished brass panel with rows of numbers, not a finger print on it. I reach over leave dirty finger prints on the "8" and "B2" buttons, a little dirt falls off my board onto the rough stone work of it's floor. I have to wonder how many skateboards have been in this elevator, how many have the slightest idea. A few moments later the doors open back up. I walk out and to the edge to admire the view from up here and catch a breath of fresh air. Set the board down and with a couple of pushes I'm into mellow pace to down the levels. So far everything looks the same, no new surprises. I hear a ding of the elevator waiting for me at the rendezvous point at the bottom, then nothing but the quite roll of urethane. Around the next turn, then the next, with big wide carves between them to keep my speed down, around the next turn, and oh ah! An SUV parked in a bad spot, turn out of level 3 is blown, I'll have to remember this. More turns and the rest is nothing but fresh cleaned concrete, and most importantly the "4WD" turn is not wet or have any parked cars. I Roll up to the elevator and push the only button on the panel, the up arrow. Doors open immediately, I hop in and again I press "8", we start to move, then press "B2" and think "I'll meet you back down here with a smile on my face". Another check over the board, everything is cool, preflight checklist done. It's time to fly!
Doors open, board is on the ground, and with four heavy pushes I am launched into the course. I get into a tuck, make a small foot correction and can see my line into the turn. More speed picks and the next turn comes up faster, I keep to my line and tuck and get more speed, now I am starting to really move and know that lines are now important to survive. Next turn is here, right now, and I dive into it, back wheels let go and start drifting. I am playing a balance game, turn any sharper and I will slider harder and slow down, or worse slide into a wall, turn any less and I will not be able to keep my line away from the wall. I'm past the wall, but still have to keep turning to get on the outside for the next turn. Just as the rear wheels hook back up I'm into the next turn and drifting the other direction. It's happening so fast, concrete walls, plumbing, columns, stairs, all sorts of blurs fly by my view, it's a hypnotic maze. My mind drifted, I'm off my line, and coming in hot to the next turn. Only one option, had to turn hard and quick, back wheels immediately drift big let go and then the front wheels. Lower down a little bit and everything is fine, just lost some speed. It reminded me there is an SUV coming up soon, yup, there it is. I am going to slow for it to be any problem now, but at full speed that turning it going to be a slider, or I guess I could check a little speed before it. Next turn was sweeper, smooth and no wheel drift at this speed. Back in my line and tuck, I am starting to get back my speed. Next turn coming up and just a hint of the rears letting go, one little nudge and it would drift. Picking up more speed and am I'm back in the game. Coming up on a turn, just as expect back wheels drifted a bit. Now things change a bit, the next turn is brushed in a different direction, one that does not help at all. I call it the 4WD turn because at speed you need either 4WD or you will be doing 4 Wheel Drifters for sure. It looks just like the others, but it is not at all, most importantly it needs a different line to make it through. I start the turn early and as smooth as possible and ready for some zen like space drifting. You know that you are there or not, it gives you three choices, transcendental sliding, glad you have pads, or wish you had pads. This is the turn that leave smiles on your face and you daydream about while at work, or it leaves you limping into work. The last two levels feel like a cool down, and the posh elevator waiting like an after dinner mint. Press the up arrow, hop in, press 8 and B2, give the wheel a spin for luck and I'm tuned for the next run, hope I can remember that damn SUV on level 3.
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On 1/23/2001
Wadey
wrote in from
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Fishroller,
You wordsmith you... should've done English! Hey, I'm an Aussie who's just bought a Sector 9 longboard less than a week ago. Already I must have clocked up over 35km - 20 odd miles for the Yanks ;) and I'm lovin' this sport let me tell you. I normally surf (and snowboard in the winter) and I bought the board to keep me occupied when the surf's flat. But it's fast becoming my board of preference and your story has enthused me to get out there and hit up some big carparks. I too am a uni student (4th year Telecommunications Engineering) and will definately hit the uni carpark when session goes back in a couple of months.
If you make it out to Australia any time in the near future and you still have your carpark carvin' cravin', then can I recommend the Sydney Opera House carpark which spirals down for about 10 or 15 levels. You'd be in heaven there!
Wadey
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On 1/22/2001
fishroller
wrote in from
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Thought I would make my "Higher Learning" entry a little more interesting. Enjoy... Chris
“The Soul of My Skül”
11:30 am. The Buchanan Buzzer signals freedom from the preceding hour of historical research strategies. I pick up my backpack, grab my awaiting Skül, and charge for emancipate in the form of a classroom door. A quick jaunt through the through the crowded hallways of chattering undergraduates, and out the Great Buchanan Gates. Wheels to the ground and feet to the grip tape.
My Skül carves effortlessly through the hordes of egocentric, unobservant drones, blindly traversing from one class to the next... But not I. My destination is of but another, I have a four hour reprieve!
As I push my way along, the sea of scholarly pedestrians opens up and I am able to pick up speed. I encounter a shortboarder kicking away madly, like a trained horse counting to ten thousand, in order to maintain speed. I pass him with my back foot still on my Skül! Push, push, . . . GLIDE . . . push, . . . GLIDE! I’ve reached my destination: one of the university’s parking garages... Ten levels of pure underground soul!
I walk down the steps, through the doors, and am immediately overcome by the noxious fumes of internal combustion. I accept the pollution and manage to ignore it. Wheels to the ground and feet to the tape once again!
I begin my descent down the first ramp of the top level. I start picking up speed, careening down each ramp at an alarming velocity! The between-class traffic is at its peak right now, and produces moving obstacles to get the heart pumping hard. Cars backing out and pulling in to the seemingly infinite number of white-painted lines whipping past me in my right and left peripherals. I don’t relent. I love seeing the fear in the faces of the Bourgoise (the only people who can afford to park here) when I cut in front of their preposterous SUV’s. My speed continues to increase, levels 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3, hard drop-knee turns through every goofy-footed right turn to the next level! Levels 2 . . . 1 . . . and the grand finale... a big, phat Coleman slide to dampen the run! My heart is pumping wildly, I’m breathing like an adolescent after his first sexual experience, just as fast! Time to run up the stairs and do it again!
This time, and the many times afterward, at a much slower, more controlled speed. The traffic has diminished considerably as the next classes have begun. Using big, slow carves to lever the speed of both my Skül and my cardiopulmonary system. The smooth concrete mutes my Kryptonics spinning with Swiss precision; the silent motion makes my feet feel as though there is a cushion of comfort cradling my feet. The only sound I hear is the hissing of my wheels struggling to maintain a grip, and the distinctive RII creak as I shift my weight... left . . . right . . . creak . . . creak, like the pulse of a metronome. All the systems within my soul seem to have aligned with with this propitiating pulse. As I pass the car entrance to the garage around level 5, I catch a glimpse of the Coast Mountains across Howe Sound. Promethean. I repeat this soul-enhancing endeavour countless times, with the occasional pause to ruminate.
3:15 pm. I leave my Nirvana feeling inspired and imaginative. I am now ready for my impending anthropological discussion of art. I shine throughout the discussion, feeling elated and balanced. As the Buchanan Buzzer extricates me once more and I pick up my soulful Skül, my professor comments: “That’s a big board!” “Oh yeah,” I reply, “bigger than you think!”
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On 1/13/2001 Hodad
wrote in from
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Hearing you Fishroller, just rode the best carpark in this city.
The first time I went to check this out I found the ramps
had judder bars, so I was bummed and skipped it.
But today, weeks later, I took another look and found I was hasty, the
other up ramp was fine, no judder bar! I actually wore
pads and a helmet this time, because it was all so smooth
amd the ramps were nice and steep and close. Just get in a
crounch and let it go! Very nice place,
I'm keeping it secret!
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On 1/11/2001
Fishroller
wrote in from
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HIGHER LEARNING:
What's up all? I've just completed my daily dose of mindfulness and soulfulness. I am a 3rd year Geography major at the University of British Columbia (Canada). Every day I have a long break (3hrs) between classes, so if I don'y feel like studying (most of the time), I'm off to the parking tower here on campus. It's fairly short, only about 6 levels, but is an excellent source for some serious soul. I head up to the top level, plug in the headphones, and CRUUUUUZE! All the way to the bottom. It can take up to about 5 minutes if I lay out some fat carves. The concret is pretty smooth so it's not hard to throw a few slides in as well. It's covered, so I can even enjoy it during one of Vancouver's world famous rainy days! Best part is, the parking attendant doesn't seem to care. He just waves as I blow past his booth. There's nothing like expanding my mind for a couple of hours, expand my soul for a couple of more, and then back to the world of acadamia. Not sure if I ever want to graduate.
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On 1/10/2001
LEO
wrote in from
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español:
HEY Carlos, vivo en Venezuela y al igual que tu estoy emepzano de nuevo a patinar, la sensacion del longboard es hasta mas grande que la de skateboard normal, mas velocidad, mas sensacion de libertad, mas cool a las miradas....recibe un saludo desde aqui..
dale duro todo el tiempo...
leo
english:
Yo Carlos, i live in Venezuela and just like you im "re-starting" to skate again, the feeling and sensation is much better than usual skateboarding, more speed, more freedom, more cool to see....greetings from here.
ride on
leo
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On 1/10/2001
Myles Kleinfeld
wrote in from
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Dear Cliff,
I have to apologize for my email...
I wrote it to get your attention but after talking with you,
I feel I made a big mistake.
You are a person who has the stoke
and did not deserve my immature pre-judgement. I was wrong
to call you the names and hope you will forgive me
and allow me to join you in 1-2 mile N. CAL
(Berkeley Grizzley Peak) runs, slides and style,
withstanding, style = everything...........?
Sorry Cliff........
I was wrong........
Myles
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On 1/9/2001 Carlos
wrote in from
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My first longboard ride... Until today I hadn´t been on a skateboard since 1988, those days it was a Vision Gator with 66 Bullets, 97a, serious halfpipe stuff... During all these years I missed the feeling of riding a skateboard, not the tricks, not the verts, just feeling the movement standing on a board. It was my time for a longboard. I found a nice park with some paved paths, no cars. First sensations were weird. This thing is too big. I doesn´t turn. Soon I realise I need a little of speed. That´s better. All the body movements slowly came back to me. My balance is still there. Let´s try a bit faster. Wow, now it turns tight. Let´s try grabbing the rail in the next turn... uuuuh!! feeling those kriptos about to slide, next day I´ll make myself a slide glove... Some quick carves to speed up, it worked!
Gosh! that was a nice ride, I think I am hooked for life now, the way it used to be... Can´t wait for tomorrow´s ride !
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On 1/8/2001 Hodad
wrote in from
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I'm a 31 year old programmer working in this environment of
analysis, control and documentation. Over there is my escape
pod, a slalom deck set up just the way I like it, from trial and
error.
Today on my way to work I slotted a hedge barrel, slashed some kerbs and
took a bottom turn off the ramp in the square. In half an
hour I get to do it all again on the way home. In the storeroom
I've got a pair of jeans with holes from drop knee carving and
really bad smelling vans with the soles almost gone from foot dragging
and I'm about to go put them on revisit that stoke afresh.
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On 1/8/2001 Craig
wrote in from
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Hey hippies, hope you're all having hippy happy soul carving fun.
I just found that one of the coolest carving boards is a CEM duke 88 slalom board. It's quite long for slalom(88cm) with camber, and quite narrow. I set it up with R-2's, super soft rubbers for his and her pleasure, really loose, and krypto 65mm. I bomb it down big hills and just carve as hard as i can. You don't want to go too fast with this set up because it's too unstable to stop...the great thing about this is that you just carve it harder, weaving in between high speed traffic :)
The place where I work is atop a fantastic downhill=a steep, straight bomb, a tight left hairpin, a less steep but long and wide straight bomb, a tightish, big right hairpin, stop street(pah!), robot, long windy, steeper, steeper, steeper, steeper, too steep, missed the turn off(too fast) steeper (carve harder..wish i wore the sliding gloves) steeper, steeper....T- JUNCTION ROBOT(oh shucks, i'll just swing a sliding right around this corner into main road traffic and hope for the best) slow down, scream, hoot shout smile laugh...hitchike back up to the top and get back to work!
I really do try to work, but we have all day internet access...inevitably i read some of these posts...that's it, i hit the hill.
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