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On 6/19/2001 damon
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Hugh,
Nice pics. Definite style points
My dad just got a nice digital camera (hes left his analogue world behind and is going digital). I think I'll ask him to let me try it.
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On 6/18/2001
AChris
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First a slide to the left.
Then a slide to the right.
It's a four wheel drift.
But it feels all Ri-i-i-i-ight.
Lets do the cutback again.
Lets do the cutback again.
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On 6/18/2001
hugh r
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Damon,
Spend the time and shoot some pics of your sis skating... they will be priceless to you in years to come.
My baby sister was also a natural at a young age (she has since grown up to do brain work) and I have some 25+ year old pics of the little girl rippen it up.
Keep working with her... I now have a 5 year old daughter who is learning the vibe... got her first road rash a week ago at Reverve... keep the circle goin... HR
check out the pics:
http://hugh308.homestead.com/skateboarding2.html
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On 6/17/2001 damon
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Yesterday I put my 7 yr old sister on a board for her first ride. In fifteen minutes she was droppin a knee. Today I had her walkin the board and nose riding. Shes a natural with here toes forward style. I get just as thrilled watching her ride as I do when I'm riding. She's a little girl with huge soul.
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On 6/17/2001
Fat Johnny
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30 years of life gone by now
Whew, 12 years since high school
Since all days and all nighters led us to the street
To vert ramps
To mini-ramps
To highway-side killer downhill graffiti'd drainage ditches
To watching Animal Chin and getting sooooo stoked
That we'd rage at all times
We're older now
Kids of our own
Keep your soul alive so that they can learn by
Example
Carve
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On 6/17/2001
ur13
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eno...I hear ya...i recently found the same passion. I have been snowboarding for almost 20 years, but after college got a job I love in NYC (well a profession) and decided to grow up. It got a bit old. I skated off an on for 15 years or so, but never long/slalom boards. Then in March I got a 50" deck...Now i skate everynight (when it is quiet, that is the best, dark, cool, no people and pavement to myself)...
So I hear ya...have fun with your new "toy".
Westchester, Ny has some great hills...
_ur13
_mail@ur13.net
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On 6/17/2001 eno
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i used to spend my evenings spending money, spending it on drinks, spending it on cover, just to hang out in smokey , crowded, loud music blasting rooms. is that all there is to do for fun here in jersey? many people believe so. well just the ones i chilled with. just recently i got into surfing since im planning to move out to san diego. surfing somehow lead me to a longboard site. ordered one, got one last week. after spending 4 and a half years in college, growing up, getting old mentally, i felt like i was 10 years old again. i found a toy. i'm feeling rejuvinated. im feeling like i have that energy to go out and play all day. i longboard 10pm to 12. sometimes 2am to 3am. its quite outside, i feel free, the moons out, reflects on houses, theres a cool breeze, the streets are smooth, the feeling of the back end of the board sliding, carving is the shi*
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On 6/15/2001
ur13
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You know when you are in your tuck, on a big board...big wheels humming on the pavement...the pavement reduced to a blur. You have passed that "oh shit!" speed and have settled into accepting that you are traveling very fast and there isn't much you can (or want to) do about it.
That sense of calm that comes over you. The purity of that moment. The feeling of gravity pulling you through space. The feeling of motion, pure motion...
I love that.
_ur13
_mail@ur13.net
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On 6/8/2001 lindsay
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Out for a cruise last night through town, I find myself
along side a bedreaded stranger riding his home made plank.
We pass a certain exclusive parking structure, which tonight
has the gate open (rare, it's usually triggered by the remotes
owned by the people who park there).
We exchange the "lets charge" look and shoot under the barrier
arm, up the stairs, then down, me in a tuck, him in a soul arch.
Then under the barrier on the way out, and on with our seperate ways.
PS. Those Mundos really are the shit my fiends.
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On 6/4/2001 Tim
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Wow, I haven't been back on the list for a while. This is really crazy, the way that everybody can come together through words and images, I get a sense of longboard unity.
Everywhere i go i find that unity. Whenever i bump into someone on the street with a board, i just have to wave and say something whether i have my board or not. I have yet to meet someone who just blew me off for it either. It is a good feeling,
keep the soul,
Tim
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On 6/2/2001
Cassidy
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Whoa, Tom... that was pretty deep.
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On 6/1/2001
Tom
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It's 3:00am and I've just come in from a late night bombing run. Tonight I think I went closer to the limit than I ever have or ever want to again. Walking up the hill afterwards my mind was as clear as a crystal. And for those brief moments I was in a silent delirium, I began to question. I wondered why when we come so close to the end it is only until then a new piece of the jigsaw becomes apparent, why we drive ourselves to such limits to find that clarity. The urge I feel for life right now has never been so pronounced, at the moment I'm still on that natural high, when everything tastes better, smells better, feels better and looks better. When everything seems so clear and in perspective. And while in this altered state one thought remains:
I love you skateboard
I love you road
I love you fear
I love you adrenaline
I love you life
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On 5/31/2001
Jake
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when summer cmes my local break is invaded by northern townies. there are so many fat, shaven headed ugly kids in soccer kits in town that u cant move. imiss the solitude of winter when woolacombe hill and streets are mine for that post surf wind-down. nobody moves out of the way on my 40" everyone has a board and im ignored. So i wander up to Digs shop. He lets me borrow his stick, which is something special. 6foot long laminated deck with superwide trucks. I sit at the top of the hill waiting for a gap in the cars the same way we sit in the lineup waiting for the popouts to move.Then i begin. Two slow drop knees using the whole road, and then up to the nose, lifting the back up so far behind me. The people serve to make it feel faster. I smile. Evening comes and the crowds thin. Perry wants a go. I run back for my stick and he pulls super long rides on the nose whilst i carve underneath him. Im glad that there is someone that i can relate with here. Skating should always be a social event. Its only us here. And its all we need. Then down to the red barn for a drink with all our friends. We laugh at the drunks and talk about skating. We go outside and teach the girls to skate. We are all happy and i glow inside.
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On 5/30/2001 Lindsay
wrote in from
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I have a secret parking structure. It is 9 storeys high, very
smooth and fast. Each level is split into too sub-levels,
connected with two ramps on the outside, and one in the middle.
When you're on the roof, there are no other buildings high
enough to see you. It closes at 8.45pm, however, the elevator
continues to work until 9. So I go there just before the
elevator stops, and get myself locked in. Locked in the barrel,
that is! I can ride this thing as loose as I like, there are no
cars, the gate is down, nobody patrols it. It's a surreal
fantasy; brightly lit, like daytime, all night long, and so
smooth. Once in a while, I'll eat a cookie, then imagine I'm
in the lineup at some big spot, waiting my turn for the next
drop, then take it on in winning style, big gouge down each ramp.
This is most definitely the shit. I did get busted once..by a cleaner,
who told me I am setting off the alarm each time I exit via
the stairs! I'm not fussed about being busted, but I'm carrying
any cookies next time, otherwise we'd be back at my pad and I'd
get busted for the no skating signs on my wall hehe.
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On 5/29/2001
Anthony
wrote in from
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i have found a new form of therepy. its called carving. there is something about the back and forth motion that really puts one's mind at ease. next time you feel down, pull out a nice board, find a good hill and carve your heart out.
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On 5/22/2001
Mad Hack
wrote in from
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loved it, loneboarder...Here's mine for today:
"Ode to Morro Bay"
I sit, a red Bennett bushing lump in my throat:
Snow covered heroes cavort at child's play,
for them,
for we who remember, we console ourselves
with the fact we do;
they do
while we wish we did,
we remember
while they don't have to
Every moment again has become a dream
of flight,
from age from the starting gate from mediocrity.
Dream or flight we all
alight
sadder wiser we head back,
another run at immortality;
"...radical is a man with both feet firmly planted in the air"
a president's slight
at those who would move forward...
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On 5/18/2001 loneboarder
wrote in from
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pushing up
the left lane
along the lakeshore
past 3 a.m.,
flashing flecks
in the street
make pictures
of a full moon above.
tonight,
i am the silver surfer
with cassiopiea
at my left,
catching a ride
on a comet's tail,
while the shooting stars
streak by below.
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On 5/6/2001
kaspian
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Beautiful post, B.S. Hope your boardless streak ends soon!
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On 5/5/2001 B.S.
wrote in from
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Wow... i really needed this... its great having all this lyrical carving to reflect the soul that we play in every time we ride. I say i needed it... Ive been boardless for 157 days and i dont know how Im gonna make it. I had to leave my favorite homemade in Seattle after 2 months of perfect living at my crew's pad... skating with 4 guys through crisp NW nights over glassy black asphalt, getting up at noon, skating through a downhill campus then just going right by the class my buddy was supposed to be going to... we'd stop into parties all over the U district, never once leaving our boards, people looking at us funny, or saying shallow words of misunderstanding... and we'd just look across the crowded rooms and meet eyes and there we'd go, noises of rowdy drunks shut out by the door behind, now just the relieving sound of boards being thrown to the pavement and bearings turning happily into the night... and that was how it was, every time the moon came around. Some days, some nights, it was 2 guys, others it was 4 or 5... but it was always there, the boards up against the wall next to the door, propped up where the nintendo had been...
all we needed was a couple donuts from the 24 hour shack a half block away, a hoody and shoes or flips if you wanted em. i could go on forever... tomorrow ill go get some wood and cut a new board, you know i get to surf almost every day, but with the longboard - like you guys said theres something different, something easier to get to, its always there and it takes 3 pushes of your foot and one deep breath and there you are... i needed this... tomorrow couldnt come soon enough
Ill put in a turn for each one of you reading this
Brynan
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On 5/5/2001
mikez
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Ok It involves 8 kilometres of chilled downhill a long bouncy board, VERY VERY LOOSE RII's and lots of loose rocks from the recent rainfall. Man what a jol. After that you know your legs are gonna hurt but your going to have a huge smile on your face and it's going to take a long time to wipe that naughty grin off your face:-)
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On 5/3/2001
kaspian
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Bryant -- Congrats on whupping that hill!
There's a big hill near my place that I am s-l-o-w-l-y working up to bombing (for almost a year now). I've done all the other local hills except this one. I haven't calculated the degree of slope, but for a while it's pretty radical, then it bottoms out and slowly rises into a nice (i.e. safe-looking) runout. I'm gonna do it one of these days. But not before I'm totally comfortable.
I can relate to your story of getting the shakes AFTER that big run. That's happened to me a couple of times -- most recently when I borrowed somebody else's board with bigger and harder wheels than I'm used to. The ride felt scary for a little while, though I was never really in danger of losing control. But I felt instantly better on my own board again.
Anyway, I agree: longboarding changes your life. But for me it's not the speed so much as the wind in your face, the feel of sculpting beautiful curves on the face of the Earth. It's a little like dancing and a little like flying and a lot like surfing or snowboarding. But somehow it's more immediate than any of those things because you don't need an ocean or a mountain or an airplane. I carve the same roads I walk and drive and bike on every day; but the act of longboarding transforms them.
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On 5/2/2001
bryant miller
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First off i'd like to say what a great thing longboarding has been for me. when you are out of friends and out of luck, you'll always have your board...I have 2 sector 9's, one of them being a 36"or so cosmic rider, and the other one being an old sector that's about 4 3/4' long (this one's my baby)...Both are flex, and i love 'em both...Anyways, i just wanted to say how i'm glad that longboarding is being represented today and that i ride with pride always! I recently bombed this monster by my house in San Diego...I have never done the hill before then, but i put that aside and started pushing off. It felt so good to have the wind in my hair and the feeling of the smooth earth (well actually cement...ouch!) under me. When i had arrived at the bottom my entire body started shaking. It was a weird feeling (i think it was my body trying to tell me that i was insane) anyways, i was happy that i had defeated my nemesis finally. I walked up the hill for seconds and then went home feeling alot better about myself. longboarding will change your life, and if it don't, youre not goin' fast enough!!! E-mail your stories if you want... i've got tons of them...
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On 5/2/2001
Jake
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Hey man you guys ain't the only ones who like soul carvin'.
Don't think that only geezers can do it either. I'm thirteen and longboarding could possibly be one of my inspirations for doing good in school. I love it. I don't think there's enough longborder's out there so I pass out stickers at my school. My girl skates too. So if you see two teenagers carvin' up a hill. Don't be afraid to through up a hand.
:)
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On 5/2/2001
kaspian
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Nice haiku, Tom!
The problem here is, my 9-year-old son Tristan has got the fastest board in the family quiver (a Landyachtz Beavertail with 76mm Turbos) and whips me so regularly down the local hills that he's gotten bored with the sport. Explaining the "soul" element to a 3rd grader -- it's the SPIRIT, my son, not the winning or losing -- has not, to date, proven successful. Tristan's just looking for bigger hills to beat me on. For soul I have to go solo.
Ironically, it's the geezer types who seem to really dig what I'm into. Last night I got a big thumbs-up from a couple of local retirees out for an evening stroll with their pooch, as I coasted toward them doing easy carves on a nice smooth hill. I was going slow enough we had time to exchange pleasantries about what a lovely evening it was. (Here in Maine it was still snowing only a couple of weeks ago.)
Nonetheless ... I love being a daddy, and being able to skateboard with my kids.
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On 5/1/2001 theboz
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My longboard haiku:
Daddy let's ride now
pads, helmet, lube, Spring assault
One with my three sons.
Tom Bosworth
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