little ramps like this.
scouring the street for bricks
boards and whatever you could
shove under your ratty ass piece
of plywood. i can still hear the
sound the ramp would make and the sound
of it crumbling down moments after
blast off.
dave back in 88.
thanks for the foto.
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good times
Hey, Max.
Kids skating in some streets maybe even tougher than
Oakland. Kabul, Afghanistan. Another place where different cultures meet skating.
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My dad used to stockpile scrap lumber in the backyard so we had ghetto ramps-a-plenty. Good memories.
Another memory
http://iamnotabrewster.blogspot.com/2010/02/grosso-and-devil.html
haha i still remember the day my dad pulled in the driveway one night after work and here i am skating on a crap ass stacked wood ramp....... the wood was a piece of very expensive laminating teak used for high end wooden boat decks!!.....not good, he had told be a dozen times not to even think about skating on that.
it curved really nice though, so i used it anyway.
man, kids + jumps = magic
Here's a shot of myself, back in '87.
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9R8vLKZUHqY/STcvrG6RiUI/AAAAAAAAADY/aaoybj106Uo/s1600-h/Thrashin+%2787.jpg
My yard always had a bunch of super sketchy "ramps" growing up. Over the years we added parking blocks lifted from the local DMV, a 'vert wall' in the garage made out of a collapsed carport, a bunch of file cabinets, and some Safeway pallet with plywood manual pads. The "Trashpark" was what we called it.
I remember that the milkcrates in this photo would shoot out about half the time and I'd bail all tangled up in them. Kids are fucking gnarly.
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