i spent hours on janky
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.
good times
ReplyDeleteHey, Max.
ReplyDeleteKids 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.
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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.
ReplyDeleteit curved really nice though, so i used it anyway.
man, kids + jumps = magic
ReplyDeleteHere's a shot of myself, back in '87.
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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.