Sunday, December 20, 2015

Deluxe Family > Lynch Family

On Nov 14, 2015 Boston opened the Lynch Family Skatepark. 40,000 square foot, near 5 million dollars, and over 15 years in the making. Big corporate money/sponsorship involved. Glam, glitz, and pretty. 

Today, a DIY spot appeared in another part of Boston. It prolly cost about $120 to build, and took 30 min worth of planning. It had origins in the The Build Project, coming out of the Deluxe family. 

Both spots are under bridges. The DIY spot is dark, dank, and filthy. High speed traffic is on either side of it. It smells horrible: some unknown rotting something, and urine. Somewhere in the salt piles is a homeless encampment / outpost. Combined with how difficult jersey barriers are to skate, everything about this spot is raw, gnarly, and brutal. There is nothing pretty, refined, or "family orientated" about it. In short, it is everything a real skate spot should be; every aspect of it, location to production, is on the fringe and outskirts of how things are "normally" done. That this spot was built in the immediate shadow of Lynch Skatepark replenishes my faith. Skaters, and skateboarding, cannot be contained. No matter what "carrot" is placed, there will always be some who say, "Nah. We are doing it our way, on our terms, on our streets." The Deluxe crowd gets this more than most, which is why The Build Project is so perfect.

The Lynch Family park is rad, no doubt. But I'd rather skate something like this. Deluxe, thank you. 





 

    



Thursday, December 17, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 8)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 8. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context of the entire series.

Part Eight

Why do I hear all these beautiful melodies whenever I go skating? So many melodies, each so different from all others, with its own natural time course, its own flowing rhythm, and characteristic mood. One melodic line is joyous, with its galloping rhythm  and simplicity; while another is somber and introspective. One melodic line is triumphant, with notes that steadily ascend the scale; as though to indicate a rise in the spirit when all obstacles are overcome. Another melody is sad and pathetic, with notes that steadily descend the scale. So too the tears during moments of despair. Infinite number of melodic lines, all integrated to form this harmony that encompasses every note, every time signature, every mood, every rhythmic pulse... Each melody, each song, is a world onto itself, a separate universe; but each is so important in creating this harmony that's within me. All the universes become just one timeless and complete simultaneity, no more...and no less. A single additional note to just one of the infinite melodies will forever disrupt this harmony. Likewise, a deletion of a single note will forever change this harmony within me...

Why do I feel this harmony whenever I go skating? My board is a world onto itself, with its own characteristics, its unique features. Each of the four wheels beneath my board rolls at different rates. Occasionally, the spinning bearing makes an almost predictable and rhythmic clic, as though to indicate that speed is perfect, that no additional work is required of me...no more, no less. The front truck is somewhat looser; thus the board can turn immediately with minimum pressure...like notes modulating up and down the scale, with total disregard to rigidity or stability. And how symmetric and simple this deck is. Like a fugue held together by counterpoint, this deck too consists of identical parts - that is, seven layers of tightly bound hard maple wood. My board is indeed a wonderful melody...

My body is a universe onto itself. Each of the millions of cells within me is governed by its own sets of laws, its own dynamics, its own preprogrammed destiny. The pulse that beats within me is a reflection of my own reality and existence. It too is rhythmic, occasionally accelerating during strenuous exercise; but always returning to its preprogrammed rate...like a central tonality, from which notes may occasional deviate from, but to which they will always and inevitably return...

Like the harmony that encompasses all the infinite number of melodies, the harmony that I feel whenever I go skating is all-encompassing. All the melodies suddenly lose their respective distinction and characteristic. I am no longer aware of my body or skateboard. I am no longer aware of the cars that pass by me, the pedestrians that walk by me, the tall buildings that surround my body. I no longer realize the smoothness of the asphalt on the street or the roughness of the cement on the sidewalk. The sounds of this urban jungle, through which I roll, alone, wild, free...

No other trees can grow in a sandal forest,
A lion lies usually in a thick bush and strolls
Alone at ease in quiet and familiar
Haunts from which all other beasts and birds have fled

...the sounds of the jungle: the honking’s of the cars, the yelling’s of the aggravated people, the crackling noises of the airplane above me, they all suddenly lose their distinction...They cease to exist! Their respective reality suddenly dissolves into this all-encompassing reality within me. I and they are just one simultaneity...timeless and complete.

Whenever I go skating, I am no longer aware of the superficial clothes that cover my body. Like an extraneous note that ruins the complete harmony, attachment to materialistic trends will forever disrupt the harmony within me. Why do I want to add unnecessary elements that will ruin what is already perfect and complete? Being arrogant, disliking others because they do not look the same as me, feeling inadequate because I do not have the latest shoes, throwing my board twenty feet away because I can't land the latest the things I do not want to add to my skating, to that which is already perfect and complete. Likewise, I do not want to remove the important elements that will change this harmony within me. Patience...commitment to skate for its own sake, because it is natural and perfect for me...helping others who may need my guidance...indifference to the other people's attitudes. Why do I want to change what is already perfect and complete?

There were moments when I landed every trick I attempted; and even tricks that I practiced for many days, but just couldn't land no matter how hard I tried. The feeling was always triumphant. The spirit was elevated to an entirely different plane. There were also moments when nothing seemed to go my way, and all the problems in the world seemed to be on my shoulder for me to bear...and no tricks were ever landed. One melody is triumphant; while another is gloomy. But this harmony is constant and shall continue to flow despite the ups and downs of life. All the emotions just dissolve away, for the only thing that is felt is this harmony. Everything else in my life is transient, but whenever I go skating, my life is always complete.

This is the harmony of skating...

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Product Review: The Scumbag by Blind Chic/Lokal Skateshop

I don't anticipate doing many product reviews on this blog. The Scumbag, made by collaboration between Blind Chic and Lokal Skateshop, is an exception.


I have been skating, and biking, for almost 30 years. During that time, I've had several backpacks "designed" to carry a skateboard. These were all made by skate companies. None of them were "bullet proof," and none of the really cut it if you were riding a bike, esp. in the city. Either the board was not secure enough, so it jostled around too much on a bike ride, or the board fit in the bag sideways, making it less than ideal for weaving about city traffic (e.g. you became too "wide" to fit between cars). Yeah, you can do some shit with bungee cords, but it's just a pain in the ass. The skateboard brand-made bags were good for walking around, with your board attached to the bag, but were just insufficient for biking. Bike-brand made bags were also awkward for carrying a board. For a long time, I did a set-up like this with my Chrome bag ("Citizens" model).

  
This worked, but it was sketchy, and not very secure. If anything else was in the bag, esp. it if was something hard (e.g. bike tools), it really hurt against your back when riding. Not an ideal set-up.

To fully resolve the issue, it was going to take skaters, who also cycle, to design something. It finally happened with the Scumbag. I should have known this would come out of Europe (where there is a much larger cycling community) and not America. The reason I am reviewing this product is that while the Scumbag can be shipped to the U.S., it is not a product that is often seen in American skate or bike shops (if ever). Hence, you might not ever be exposed to this product, and that is a damn shame.

Full-specs of the bag can be found here. There are a lot of reviews of the Scumbag already. Some can be read here, here, and here. Those, are mostly sale/talking points. What makes this review different? Well, I've had my Scumbag for a year, and I actually skate. I ride my bike everywhere. I don't think the other reviews can make those claims; I'm going to give you the real deal, with a long-term review.

Watch the video (first link posted), and the "full-specs" link before you read any further, so you'll have some idea of logistical stuff I'm referring to in the rest of this review.

Over-All Quality: Bag is fucking solid. HANDMADE. Thick heavy material. Solid seems. My only concern was the plastic fasteners that link the various straps together. I was worried they would break. 1-year later, there hasn't been any problem. Even if they did break, I am sure I could find a replacement part pretty easy. The snaps on the outer pocket can be a little hard to engage, but they are not any real issue. Velcro closure may have been a better (functional) design option, but the buttons are a cool retro style. I like them. The sections of the bag where grip tape makes the most contact (e.g. center, and straps) have good reinforcement to help prevent wear. Bag is super high quality, and there is little question that it will probably outlive the rest of my skateboard career. I should also add that I have FOUR different bags that I use/wear when cycling. They all serve very different, specific, functions. More on this later in the review. For now, I will just say that I (mostly) have only used the Scumbag when I needed to carry my board. Hence, I have never exposed it to the rain (don't want my board getting wet), so I can't comment on how well it handles bad weather. Also, I have not used this bag daily, so it has not seen as much use/abuse as my Chrome bags (but it has certainly seen plenty of use).   

Close-up of seems, after 1 year of use. No sign of failure.



Plastic clips, I was afraid might break, but haven't:


Button/Snaps on outer pocket:


Grip tape reinforced areas:



Functionality as Skateboard Carrier: How effective is the Scumbag as skateboard carrier? This is where things get a little odd. The answer is, "it depends." First, the straps are killer. They hold a deck very securely. Where things get a little odd is when you are riding a bike. This is my bike (2011 Cinelli MASH SF / Histogram).


The geometry of my bike has me learning forward a bit more than most bikes would, but not by too much. If my board is attached to the Scumbag, and not much else is in the bag, the nose of the board hits me in the back of the head, esp. if I am wearing a helmet. Here is a photo of me standing with a bike helmet on, board strapped in, and the bag empty. You can see how close the nose of the board is to my head (sorry for poor quality pics on these). NOTE: if you ride an old-school deck, with very short nose, this is not a problem, at all.

 
    

Here is a photo me hunched-over, as if I was riding my bike. You can see board hitting back of the helmet. Not good.


This is a major problem. You cannot effectively ride a bike with this going on. I had the exact same problem with other skate brand-made bags, too. Does this make the Scumbag useless? No. There are two ways to fix the issue. First, is to add stuff to the bag. This moves the board further away from your body/head, and remedies the problem. In this photo, I have a bunch of stuff (clothes) stuffed in the bag. See photos below.



But what if you don't want to add extra crap to the bag, or deal with the extra weight? There is still away to remedy the problem; take one strap, and wear the bag over-the-shoulder, like a messenger bag. Doing this puts the nose of the board off to the side of your head. You can clip the other strap around your side, just like with a regular messenger bags. This is the way I most often wear the Scumbag when on my bike. I wont lie. This method is slightly awkward, and not 100% perfect, but even in this mode, the Scumbag is far, far, far, better than any other bag I have ever seen for carrying a skateboard while on a bike.




Functionality as Back Pack: As mentioned above, I have 4 different bags that I use on a regular basis. They are a Condor Commuter Pack, a Chrome "Citizen," a Chrome "Lieutenant" (no longer in production), and my Scumbag. The Condor and Citizen have smaller organizers inside them for pens, phone, etc. The Lieutenant and Scumbag do not. The Condor and Lieutenant are good for carrying my laptop (the other two, not so much). The internal pocket on the Scumbag is basically situated right at the center of your back. Potentially could be uncomfortable with something hard in there, but haven't had much problem with it. It would be nice if the Scumbag's external pocket had smaller sub-divisions to organize smaller stuff, but lack of that is by no means a deal-breaker. You can certainly fit a lot stuff inside the Scumbag, it just may not be super organized, and you can't fit huge bulky stuff in it. As a backpack, this is not my daily-use bag. That should say something about its over-all functionality as backpack. The Scumbag is not designed to be daily organizer; it is designed to be skateboard carrier, that works well while biking. Hence, I cannot fault anyone for lack of micro-organization within the sub-pockets. That said, if I could only keep one of my bags, there is no question that Scumbag would be the one I keep. Its lack of size/internal organization is more than made up for by its ability to carry my skateboard. For size comparison, here are all of my my bags. IMHO, the Scumbag has super rad retro cold-war military style to it, that I just love beyond belief.


Price: The Scumbag is expensive. About $150. IT. IS. WORTH. EVERY. PENNY. 


Customer Service: Outstanding. This is something I wrote in Dec 2014 on a bike forum when I had ordered the bag:  I ordered last Thursday (Dec 4) after work. When I got up in the AM (Dec 5) they had emailed me. Said they had some in stock, and if I got back to them quickly with address confirmation, they'd send it out today (Dec 5). By time I had woken up, it was too late. They said it would go out Monday, Dec 8. Shipping was like $30. Seemed a little high, but coming from Hungary and all, not too bad. On Monday they send me an email with tracking #. I take a quick look at it. I notice it says "Estimated Delivery, Tuesday Dec 9." I'm like NO. WAY. Has to be mistake." For shits and giggles, I check it after I get out of work on Monday night. Tracking reads, "Arrived at sorting facility in New Jersey, USA." Mind. Blown. It arrived on Tuesday, Dec 9. Overnight shipping from Hungary. Insane.

The Bottom Line: an unbelievably, high quality, handmade, bag that is the best skate/bike bag ever produced. Has a minor functionality issue, that has two easy work-arounds. Bad-ass retro styling. Produced by woman-owned cycling company in conjunction with a skater-owned skate shop (you should be stoked to support both). If you ride a bike, and skateboard, you need to own a Scumbag. End of story.

You can order one here.

(I am not affiliated with Blind Chic, or the Lokal Skateshop).

UPDATE: Someone asked about wider boards. They also fit. Here is a photo of my Powell Tommy G. reissue in the bag. It is 9.5 inches wide. Clearly, decks wider than 9.5 would also fit.



JULY 2016 UPDATE: Bag is still going strong as hell. No problems, what-so-ever. Again, worth every single fucking cent I spent on it.

NOVEMBER 2016 UPDATE I: As I mentioned above, my one big fear about this bag was the plastic clips breaking. Well, one finally did. One of the side prongs broke off a few weeks ago. I've now had this bag for 2 years, and it has gotten a shit load of use. That the plastic clips have lasted as long as they did is somewhat of miracle. The clip still works with one of the side teeth gone, so I haven't replaced it yet. It appears you can get them very cheap on Amazon. Earlier this year I also started using the Scumbag as my daily backpack (which I hadn't done before). All the seams, etc. are still rock solid. Again, the bag is worth every single fucking cent.

NOVEMBER 2016 UPDATE II: As I also said above, in order to really make a good bag that holds a skateboard, "it was going to take a skater, who also cycles, to design something." John Cardiel is indeed one such person. His Fortnight bag by Chrome might really give the Scumbag a run for its money. I may end up buying one just because I am so curious about it. If I do, a review will certainly be posted.         




Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 7)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 7. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context of the entire series.

Part Seven: Reflection

I have looked at this old dusty mirror for many years now. Its dullness has distorted my view of reality, causing me to see things differently, to convince myself that I am looking at the truth; when, in fact, I have seen nothing but false delusions. I have been deluded for too long now, and it is time to take a wet cloth and clean the dust, the dullness that covers this mirror, the false projection of reality that has forever prevented me from seeing the truth. With a glass cleaning bottle and cloth, I will remove all the fleeting dust particles that have distorted the reality that was, the reality that is and that will be.

My skating has been forever dull. It is covered with these fleeting objects that have prevented me from seeing the truth. But as the dust which covers my mirror shall be removed with a wet cloth, so do all these superficial objects shall be removed with the sweeping motion of time. The layers of clothing, the shoes, the trends, the fashion styles, the competition, the pride, the arrogance...all of these will be lost with time...inevitably. Only the eternal qualities shall remain to shine, to manifest themselves as the reality that was, that is and that will be...


My friend, take a moment and look within yourself...look at the mirror which you call your skating. Is it covered with these superficial objects which have clung onto your soul and prevented you from seeing the truth? Everything will disappear and be lost with time, but only the eternal qualities will remain. The current style of clothing will be lost with time, to be replaced by different ones. Invitably. The shoes will be worn out, disappeared, and forgotten. The girls which clapped at you whenever you skated by will seek different bad boys to applaud at. Inevitably. The people whom you skated with at the spots will put their boards down to pursue different hobbies and fads. The last skateable spot will be made illegal. My friend, when all of these are gone, will the love still be there? Will that love still be there to shine; or will your skating, like the dust which covers this mirror, be lost with time's sweeping hands?


My friend, reflect on this. Seek within yourself the qualities which are hidden beneath the layers of superficial objects. The love...the feeling of contentment and happiness for what you do...the harmony within yourself as you incorporate your surrounding universe whenever you step on that board, as you become one with your skating...the dedication to the purest and most fundamental truth. My friend, even when a mirror is dull and covered with dust, it still has the innate nature to shine brightly and reflect the pure and essential truth. The truth will always remain...it will always be there. What is that essential truth?


My friend, reflect for yourself...


The Kids In the Parking Lot

Last week, on Nov 14th, was the long awaited opening of the Boston’s mega skate park. 15+ years in the planning, 4.5 million dollars, 40,000 square feet, 3 bowls, huge street area, etc. Tony Alva, Ray Barbee, Andy MacDonald, and others were on hand for this historic event. I saw some rad skating go down, but the coolest thing I’ve seen in 30 years of skating happened right before I left. It was something that most people wouldn’t have even noticed, and if they had, they probably would have scoffed at it. Non-skaters certainly would have. 

Skateboarding is becoming more “accepted” in common society. A park like this never would have happened 20 years ago. In 2015 we see a lot giant corporations entering the skateboard market. There are non-skater owned chain “skate shops” at the local mega mall. Adidas. Nike. Street League. Skaters ringing the closing bell on Wall St. The renewed push for skateboarding in the Olympics. Etc. For a long time skateboarding was very much an “outsider” activity. Be it a white suburban punk, an inner-city hip-hop kid, an artist, or metal head, to be a skater required you to be, on some level, “confrontational” with society. Now things seem a bit different. Many fear that with the sanitization of skateboarding via Big Corporation, Big Money, and Olympic status, that some part of skateboarding will “die.” Now that Boston (and many other cities) has a giant skate park, will going to the park become almost the same as going to the baseball field for “practice?” Will skateboarding become as mundane, and “safe,” as baseball, football, and basketball? For some, it might. And that is great. More power to them. Others shudder at the thought. However, what I saw on opening day, just as I was about to leave, was an affirmation that the heart of skateboarding would never change.

There, in the parking lot, rather than skating in the 40,000 square foot park, a few kids were skating a simple, little, curb. I couldn’t but help think of John Lucero, getting kicked out of Skate City, and skating the curbs outside the park. I saw these kids, and smiled. It was so…pure. A tear almost came down my face. I’m sure others would have seen this, and thought, “Dumb-ass kids come to a 4.5 million dollar park just to skate a curb…just like the one in front of their house.” The shinning example those kids illuminated is that no matter what carrot is placed before skaters, be it corporate sponsorship, Olympic gold, or a brand new, massive, skate park, there will always be those who buck the system, and follow their own path, and do things on their own terms. There will always be skaters running wild in the streets. Even in the shadow of greater things, there are those who will still rebel, and enjoy the simple...like skating a curb. The future of skateboarding looks quite different than it did years ago, but it also looks quite good.

Below is a photo of those kids, passing on a subtle, but very profound lesson for all who care enough to see it; The bling doesn't matter; skating does.


Saturday, September 26, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 6)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 6. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context of the entire series.

I work at a bar. It closes at 2am. My sessions often don't start until after 3am. Thus, I often skate alone, and very late at night. Part Six rings true, in many ways.

Part Six: Shining Star
One night, Master Ch'an reflected.

"I come here to skate at this spot each night. I am always alone. The groups of kids which came here together had departed from this place together. The sounds of the boards popping against the ground, the crackling grinds on the waxed curbs, and the yellings and screamings had since departed with them too. As I sit on this board, catching my breaths after a long session has just ended, my eyes gaze at the stars that line the blackness of the night's skies..."


"Each of those stars that my eyes are fixed upon is so far away from my body and my world, and from each other. Each has a certain shine unique to itself. One star seems to have a constant shine; while another sparkles on and off, on and off. Another star appears to have a brighter glow, perhaps indicative of a closer distance to my world; while that little speck above me is barely noticeable. Each is so far away, so alone in the infinite vastness of the universe. Yet each shines ever brightly, for years and years, and for many years to come...and for many years, each has been looked at, scrutinized, and mapped out by traveling sailors who look above for guidance..."

"The road to the stars is never easy. It is always traveled alone. While others are engaged in futile mimicry of fleeting trends, I find myself alone at this spot, to pursue that which is eternal and infinite, to self-cultivate my own spiritual being, to be in harmony with myself, my skateboard, and my infinite universe. While others are engaging in senseless competition, to see who has the higher ollie, to see who can do the most flips, to see who has the better skate clothes, I find myself alone to cultivate my own development and perfect my own art...Thus my spiritual development will indeed shine."

"While others wait for the telephone to ring, I find myself alone at this spot, because I am the one who has decided to go skating, regardless whether others just happen to be in the mood to do so, regardless whether others are planning a get-together. I have taken it upon myself to do what is natural and perfect for me, because the road to the stars is walked upon by my own two feet..." 

"Although other people may not agree with my ideas, have the same tastes, dress the same, or look the same as me, that does not justify my looking down on them, feeling superior, or becoming arrogant towards them. Like a fruit that looks so fresh and ripe on the outside, but is rotten with maggots and worms in its core, an arrogant skater is nothing but a spoiled fruit that ruins the whole barrel. I am alone, but younger skaters shall look up to me for guidance because I am the only one who shall show them the right directions when they are lost. I am the only one who shall show them how to slide their front foot during an ollie. Although my repertoire is limited in the number of complex maneuvers and intricate flip tricks, I am willing to extend my hands to others when they need my help. Like the familiar star that greets the lost traveler, I will thus shine..." 

"Like a star that is fueled by unmeasurable amount of energy, I am fueled by my love for skating. All tangible materials are fleeting and shall be lost with time. The skate shoes that I wore when I first started had since long disappeared, to be replaced by the different ones, with different colors, and different styles. But they too shall disappear with time, and many skaters will disappear with them. But this fuel within me, this love, is intangible and all encompassing. It shall continue to burn, long after the night's darkness is replaced by the morning's brightness. Friends come and go, and they too shall disappear into the night's darkness after the skate session has ended. But the love shall remain to shine in the darkness of night. Even when the clouds cover the skies and prevent other people from looking at this brightness, it does not matter to me, because I know that it is still there...to burn for me and me only. Even when my flesh is covered by different styles of clothing, it does not matter, because that glow shall remain the same..."

"The road to the stars is never easy...It is always traveled alone...but it always good to have love as your traveling partner..."

So shines the star...
 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

"You can't spell fail without FL."

The new Fancy Lad video, "Video History" is out. It can be seen here, and is well worth your time to watch. Hilarious. Brilliant. Etc.
  

He Nodded, Knowingly

I work at a large bar/nightclub in a large city. You see/deal with crazy shit. It changes you.

Tonight: Violent patron. Fight. Blood. Restrain until police arrived. EMTs. We legit had to mop up blood before it was all over. Co-worker later said to me, "I hit my knee hard on the floor when he took me down." I said to him, "Working here is a lot like skateboarding, only you don't get hurt as much." He nodded.  

Sunday, August 30, 2015

You Look Like a Torture Victim

A regular patron at work came up to me last week. He said, "It is frightening. You always limp in here. Open wounds on knees and elbows. Scabs all over your shins. Palms look like you were just taken down from a cross. You look like a torture victim. It's frightening because there is obviously on-going bodily injury. It makes people recoil to see that. I have to ask. What the hell is going on with you?"

Without a second's hesitation I responded, "I am a skateboarder."

"Oh," he said, "That makes sense."

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Things That Speak for Themselves

Three random photos from the Instagram accounts of Antihero and Nike SB. 







Saturday, August 22, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 5)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 5. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context of the entire series. 

NOTE ON PART 5: In Part 5, Tran's writing does seem somewhat dated, mostly because he speaks of rollerbladers. They are now mostly absent from skate parks and skate spots. I am sure if Tran was writing this in 2015, he would be talking about scooters, or maybe longboarders (albeit they don't directly copy skate culture as much as rollerbladers did, and scooter kids are never found outside a skate park. When was the last time a scooter got in your way at your local curb?). That said, there are much deeper lessons in Part 5 than surface level distinctions between rollerbladers and scooter-people. One must not mistake the finger pointing at the moon, for the moon itself.    

Part Five: Songs of Life

I had a grudge against rollerbladers. I did not like the way they imitated skaters, wore the same style of clothing, use the same skate lingo, and pull off those lame easy tricks. I was disgusted to see rollerbladers everywhere, including at all the skate-spots. I listened to many skaters, as they condemned rollerblading, giving lists after lists of attributes that make our sport so much better, so much more beautiful. Master Ch'an was in the area, so I decided to drop by, and discussed my impressions with him about rollerblading. Surely the master himself must agree with me...and perhaps may even give some of his own reasons.

This was what Master Ch'an said:

"Every morning, I am greeted by this wonderful lark. It sings the most beautiful melodies as it flies down to one of the trees outside my house. It sings exactly when the morning sun is coming up, as though to greet the brightness of the day and welcome the inevitable sunshine. It does this every morning, regardless whether other birds are present. It does not seem to particularly care about the other birds, because it does not stop singing when they are around. It does not stop singing to see what the other birds might do, to contemplate its differences, to feel superior or inferior to them. It just sings and sings, every morning, day after day. It is the lark's inherent nature to do so, to do what is natural and perfect for itself. It is content with its own nature."

"My friend, too often have I seen arrogance among skaters. Like this lark that is content with its own being, if you are happy with who you are, then why should you let other people bother you, upset you? If you love what you do so much, then why should you stop and reflect on your differences with others? Why should you stop your skating to condemn others? It is your own inherent nature to skate. You skate because it is natural, it is a reflection of you, not because others aren't the same as you or aren't part of your reflection. Does this lark stop singing because other birds are around? So you too must not stop skating when other people, who may not have the inherent nature to skate, but perhaps to ride a bicycle, or drive a car, or do things on rollerblades...when these people are around. Another bird can sing beautiful melodies just before twilight or can fly longer distances. Does that make this lark or the other bird inferior or less beautiful? Absolutely not, because it is still beautiful with its own special inherent nature. "

"My friend, let skating become the locus of your universe. Let it become part of your reality, part of your inherent nature. Skate because it is natural for you and for you only. Like a lark that sings the most beautiful melodies, use your skating to bring refreshing melodies into your life. Don't stop skating when others are around you. If you see rollerbladers around you, don't get upset and let them ruin your skating. Why should others ruin what is natural, what is inherent, or perfect for you? Learn to appreciate the beauty of your own skating, as well the beauty of others. Sing your own melodies that will greet the burning sun within you."

"Just shut up and skate"*

So spoke Master Ch'an

*T.A. Paterson

For the Moment, It Is Ours.



I often skate this curb after work. I get off shift around 2:45am. My sessions are alone, and very late. One night I noticed that black car in the background. Looked like a cop car. Thought I would soon get kicked out. Nothing happened. After a bit of time, I realized it was just parked there. No one seemed to be sitting in it. Prolly an overnight worker at the near by building. Didn’t think anything of it.  

Every night I go skating, it is there. Sometimes in a different spot, but always at that exact same far end of the parking lot. With time, it became part of the background. I never noticed it anymore. Until one night, about 3 months ago. It was about 4:30am. I had been skating for about 45 min at that point. Suddenly, a light in the car went on. Then one of the doors opened. Someone got out. They started walking towards me. I am a security guard (e.g. bouncer) at a bar/night club, and I took Shotokan karate for 5 years. I am not afraid of conflict (nor do I seek it). "The life of a Repo Man is always intense."

As the person walked towards me, I just thought, “OK, let’s see where this goes.” The person then turned off into the bushes, took a piss, and went back to the car. I now realized what this whole car was about. Someone was living out of it. This is where they parked at night. This was "home." A mix of feelings came over me.

First, was annoyance. I liked this spot because I was all alone at night. Now there was an invader.

Second, I was wondering if the noise from skating woke them up/kept them awake. Should I feel bad? No. Huge parking lot. They could move to other side if that was an issue.  

Third, was the realization that they were most likely thinking the same thing about me. Who is this invader freak that comes skateboarding at 4am? GTFO. 

Forth, and most important, was a sense of solidarity. This parking lot is normally filled with normal people, going about their normal lives. At 4am, nothing normal is going on here. Rather, it is a place of exile. A place for rejects, losers, and outliers to escape. Tonight, the auto-dweller was watching me skate for a while. In turn, I was watching them, watching me. There seems to be an unspoken understanding between us. At 4am, this parking lot becomes a sanctuary for the underclass, a place where we are free from the judgmental eye of  normal people. Here, at 4am, we share a space and time, knowing that for the moment, it is ours.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Do what you love, before you can’t.

Someone made a comment to me about skateboarding and the so-called mid life crisis the other day (e.g. the implied that I was having one, and that’s why I was still skating). Paraphrased, this was my response.

A mid-life crisis is when someone tries to either assert how so-called young they are, or they decide their life is not going the way they wanted it to, and suddenly make some rash/bad decisions. I have been skateboarding for 29 years. There is nothing in life I have loved more. The reality check is that I am 41-years-old. I do not have many more summers in me where I will be skateboard, at all, let alone with what ability I still have. I need make the best use of the time I have left, before age, and a crippled body, takes it away from me forever. I am not asserting how young I am. Quite the contrary. I am asserting how old I am. I have not decided I don’t like where my life is going. I am a skateboarder, and that is exactly where I want my life to be. It’s not a mid-crisis. It’s a mid-life awakening. Do what you love, before you can’t.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 4)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 4. This one is amazing. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context. 


 

Part Four

A young skater once remarked to Master Ch'an:

" You don't wear the latest skate clothes. You don't even have on real skate shoes. If you are going to skate, you might as well have the image that goes along with it! The girls aint going to like you if you sport those 10 dollars no name jammies from PayLess. Get with the program man!"

So began Master Ch'an:

"A little seedling that sprouts out of the forest floor requires the crudest and simplest requirements for life. Requiring just the water that comes down from the clouds above, the all-encompassing air, and the minerals found in the forest soil, this little seedling will grow, and develop into a mighty oak or spruce tree. Placing a pair of Airwalks or Etnies by this seedling won't stop it from growing. It just keeps growing. Placing t-shirts with logos of skate companies by this seedling won't hinder its inevitable growth into a tall tree. Hanging a pair of baggy Levis on one of its many branches won't cause it to die...

"Like a seedling that requires only the simplest elements for life, your skating requires very few elements for you to grow and develop into a mighty fortress that stands tall and proud among your peers..

"Use your infinite curiosity to break away from the shell that has encapsulated your skating and prevented you from sprouting out of the soil of mediocrity. You will grow...

"Use your dedication to hold your body strongly within the skating foundation. Let it provides the minerals and nourishments for your inevitable growth. Let it provides the sunshine that gives your skating life. Through the violent rain, the freezing cold, and the sweltering heat of summer does this young tree remain attached to its very foundation. You too must remain attached to your skating during moments when friends are away, when the last skateable spot suddenly has "No Skateboarding Permitted" signs, when your art is viewed as obscene and unlawful, when no one is there to support your art. Indeed, you will grow...

"Use your creativity to blossom and give rise to countless leaves which will absorb completely the brilliant light - the essence of skating and of life. A seedling which is transplanted into a distant forest, where it is surrounded entirely by plants and trees of different species, can still grow tall and mighty.. Your skating too, although different and strictly your own, will inevitably grow, despite being surrounded by mediocrity. Use your creativity to blossom among the endless rows of common maple trees. Indeed, you will grow...

"But most importantly, use your love for your art, for your skating, to grow. This is the one thing that no Airwalks, Stussy shirts, or Levi pants can ever replace. Fashion comes and goes, like so many other trends. But the sun, and the rain, and the minerals will always be there to nurture the seedling and help it grow. Seek within yourself the qualities which are eternal, infinite, and everlasting. It is so easy to say "Hey, check out these Airwalks. I love the way they look." But saying " I love skating" requires something which lies deep within your soul, something which outlasts even the most beautiful shoes...

"Remember this, and your skating will inevitably grow...

So spoke Master Ch'an.

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 3)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 3. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context. Part 3, below, is one of my personal favorites that Tran wrote. 
 

Part Three: Flowing Stream

Master Ch'an visited a skatespot where skaters from the area came and performed their art. On that day, a local skater was doing long 50-50 grinds on a waxed ledge. Master Ch'an applauded after each time the skater came off the ledge. This was rather unusual for the skater, who had never been applauded for doing a regular 50-50 grind. After the skate session had ended, the skater approached Master Ch'an and asked:

" You applauded whenever I did 50-50 grinds on this ledge. Why did you find this trick worthy to be applauded, when, in fact, there are so many other tricks which are more difficult and complicated than that? A 50-50 grind is simple, plain...it is not even beautiful! I can show you the other tricks right now, then you will be truly impressed!"

Master Ch'an replied:

" How can something so small and insignificant be so important in the whole scheme of things? Look at this rock that I am holding...it is indeed plain and simple. It has no monetary worth, and not too many people will find this beautiful. But if I were to throw it into a flowing stream, this small and insignificant rock would change that stream completely and forever. It would change the way the stream flowed by adding a new source of turbulence and displacing millions of water molecules to travel in different directions. Indeed, the stream would forever be different with this rock in it..."

" Like a rock that is so essential for making the stream the way it is, your skateboard is an essential part of you. It is part of your body and soul...it becomes incorporated into your being. Indeed, many skaters have noted how their board doesn't seem at all like a separate entity when they skate. This is completely true because your soul absorbs your board completely, making its reality one with yours. You are one with your skateboard..."

" And like the stream that continue to flow despite having an external rock placed into it, your skating must also flow continuosly, despite having a board placed beneath your feet. Tricks should be landed smoothly and consistently to maintain this everlasting flow. A 50-50 grind, simple as it may be, is a reflection of the stream within you, the reality that is everlasting and infinite...it is beautiful. Therefore, my friend, if you land a new trick that you had spent many hours practicing, remember to do it again and again, until it perfect...until you are at a point where you can do it anytime, anywhere. The stream continues to flow whether it is in the woods or in the open, whether it is during the daytime or night-time. Remember my friend, when you go skating, don't be dependent on others to decide what is cool and what is not. You should skate to satisfy your own thirst for absolute perfection. Surely a stream won't change its course of direction or stop flowing because there are people standing nearby. So you too must not change your skating when other skaters are around you..."

" My friend, when you realize this, your skating will become a stream that flows to absolute perfection..."

So spoke Master Ch'an.

The Danny Way Incident of 1989

This photo forever changed the course of my life. And almost ended it, too.

It was published in Poweredge Magazine, October 1989, Volume 2, Number 9. It is a photo of the world famous skateboarder Danny Way. We were both 15 when this photo appeared (he is two days older than I). Every kid has their heroes, and he was mine. I can’t remember when I first latched on to him. I know by 1988, when Shackle Me Not came out, I was already entranced, and he had already reached hero status. The wall next to my bed was covered with every photo of him I could find.

Then the October 1889 issue of Poweredge dropped. That one photo. The bottom of my world dropped out. Total collapse.

When I saw first saw this photo in 1989, a blinding, horrific, and crippling light bulb went on. I realized that D. Way wasn’t just my favorite skater. Under the surface, a lot more was going down. When my eyes came across this little handrail photo, I also realized I had a “crush” on him. Like, a legit actual Beatle-mania/teenage girl-Justin Bieber type crush; I realized that I had no interest in girls. None. Zero. Not going to happen. Ever. This was the photo that fully crystalized the fact that (1) I was queer,* and (2) there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Terror swept over me. I went deep into the closet, and even attempted suicide when I was 16. Things were much, much different back then. I finally “came out” when I was 19. First to skater-friends, and then my parents. Things have great ever since. The irony is that my skateboard hero, and first “school girl crush” turned out to be a homophobic asshole, who, in time, would be tangentially involved with a gay bashing that ended with someone dead, and Josh Swindell in jail for almost 20 years.

Skateboarding teaches some hard life lessons. One of them it taught me was the people you look up to, the people you choose as role models, the people you choose to concern yourself with, sometimes, they can be your worst enemy.

“One thing I know for sure, heroes always die.” –Husker Du    

*I hate the word “gay.” It congers up way too many, albeit totally stereotypical, images of a culture I don’t relate to in any way. Madonna. Premium fashion brands. Brunch at fancy restaurants. Vapid self-absorption. Mincing and preening around the disco. Overall “fabulousness.” There is nothing inherently wrong with all that, it’s just not my world in anyway, what-so-ever. My world is Slayer, blood, scabs, punk rock, PBR, and skateboarding.   


The Parking Block Diaries

A nod to The Parking Block Diaries. Some of the best writing on skateboarding I've ever read. Great insight into skating's development, social impact in the 80s and 90s, and how the experiences of/from a your average skater are critical to all of it. Seriously, just go read it. All of it. 

More Gurney, Less Nyjah

Jerry Gurney, at first glance, looks like he might be Lemmy's little brother. Well, at second glance, too. You also might mistake him for a washed-up rocker. Not so fast. This video of him is the best / most original thing I've seen in a long time.  Skateboarding needs more characters like this. A new favorite.   



Thursday, August 13, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board (Part 2)

Thoai Tran wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding. Here is Part 2. See introductory comments I wrote on this post for full context.

Part Two: Revelation

I searched long and hard for the elusive master, the only one who can enlighten me about skating. I had watched countless hours of video footage and absorbed countless photographs of skaters and skating, but I needed to find meaning in the one thing that I had dedicated my life to. Yes, skating is fun...it is indeed exciting. It is a test of adrenaline whenever one pushes to the furthest limits. But there is something else as well: a sublime and profoundly beautiful element that goes deep into the soul. I searched long and hard for someone who can explain to me this beauty, so I can finally be in complete harmony with myself and with my art...But my searches all ended in failure...and here I sit, contemplating where I will go next, whom I can talk to...A voice is suddenly heard: "You seek for the master who can tell you what is beautiful, what is sublime about you art? Imagine a beautiful painting that is on display in a museum. A passing viewer of a painting finds it beautiful by appreciating the overall images and their metaphorical representations. Another individual notes the techniques and appreciates the smoothness of the strokes, the detailed lines, the blending of various colors to give the perfect shades and contrasts. It has been said that a characteristic of a masterpiece is that it has so many elements to appreciate. Some elements may be manifested immediately after a quick glance; while others may be revealed only after a closer and more scrupulous look. But realize that, you who seek meaning and beauty in your art...realize that the collective elements that you find beautiful may not be shared completely by another individual - hence beauty is a subjective phenomenon relative to each individual..."

Your skating is an art. Like a beautiful painting that hangs in an art gallery, skating has so many elements to be appreciated...old school, new school, vert, street, freestyle, downhill, and so on. Each individual may find all, some, or just one of the elements beautiful. But remember, you who seek meaning in your art, remember that you should never look down on something that you may not love or appreciate, because that something is part of the collective beauty that is appreciated by someone else. Furthermore, remember, you who seek beauty in your art, remember that no one can ever explain to you what constitutes beauty in your art. No masters, no philosophers, not even the professionals who has been idolized for many years...You seek for the master who can enlighten you about your skating? You seek for the master who can explain to you what is beautiful about your skating? Seek within yourself..."

So spoke the master within myself...

25 Life Lesson Skateboarding Taught Me

I have now been skateboarding, on and off, for close to 30 years. It has taught me valuable life lessons. These are the most important ones. 



(1) You will fall. A lot. Get up. Try again. Many people speak of this as a life-metaphor. For skaters this is reality. You actually fall. You actually have to get up. You actually have to try again.



(2) In order to progress, you must fall/fail. If you don’t, you are not trying to tap your potential.



(3) You will get hurt. Often.

 By the thing you love most.

(4) Failure to fully commit can often result in a much more serious injury. You can’t “half-try” (a handrail). Confidence is a must. Self-doubt will kill you.



(5) Potential is everywhere. You just have to “see” it. Skateboarding fundamentally changes the way you see your environment. A curb is not just a curb. A ledge is not just a ledge. Once your “vision” has been changed, you see the potential to reappropriate and reevaluate the face value of everything in life.



(6) To see the potential (above) also requires creativity. The more creative you are, the more opportunity you will find. The way in which you interact with your environment is an art.

(7) There will always be people who are much, much better than you. There will always be others who will never be as skilled as you are. Do not be ashamed of your ability, or envious, around those who are better. Ascertain what you can learn from them. Do not be egotistical, or entitled, around those of lesser ability. Ascertain what you can teach. In both situations, you can flourish.

(8) Rolling down the street, or at skate park, you have unlimited number of tricks to choose from; how to do them, what ramp to try them on, how fast to go, what to link them with, etc. Life is full of choices of how to respond to obstacles/environment around you. Some choices can be timid and inconsequential. Other can be brash, and reckless. The difference between them can be very subtle. The daily line you draw between those risks is up to you.



(9) People will judge you. Be it “cool kid,” total menace, or super freak. Neither should be any of concern. Follow your path, not theirs.



(10) People who push themselves, and fall hard, and often, get more peer respect than those who put in no effort.

(11) Things get harder as you get older. You also learn to enjoy the simpler things.



(12) With time, dedication, and real conviction, you can do things that you once thought impossible. You will have to fall, many times, in the process.



(13) Fun can be had anywhere. It is a choice.



(14) A small, unforeseen, pebble in the road can cause you to come crashing down. Be circumspect.



(15) Things you could once do, you will, at some point, no longer be able to. Skate spots, also, come and go. Life is fluid. Do not be attached. Enjoy what is here, now.

(16) Skin grows back.



(17) No one will tell you what tricks to do. How you do them, in what order, etc. is of your own making. Be an unabashed, unapologetic, individual.



(18) Everyone is trying to figure out something new. Everyone falls. Everyone has their own battle, and scars.



(19) No one can skate for you. Failure, and success, are yours, and yours alone. 



(20) If you do the same tricks over and over, you will become very proficient at them. You will also quickly grow bored. Diversity is essential to keep life interesting. 



(21) You will be treated as a lesser person, who participates in a lesser activity. In many places your very existence is criminalized. Just carrying a skateboard may make you a suspect class. This is a window into how other marginalized people experience life. Have compassion.

(22) The police can be assholes.

(23) Some tricks will be naturally easier to you. Others will be harder. No one is perfectly well-rounded at everything. Know your strengths, and your weaknesses.  

(24) The first time anyone sees an “ollie,” they think they have just witnessed magic, that the laws of physics have just fallen apart. Always remember the wonder of life.

(25) Find what you love. And let it kill you.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Wisdom From the Acient Masters of Alt.Skate-Board

In the early and mid-90s the Internet was just forming within the public sphere. The concept of modern web "forums" was non-existent. Instead, Usenet and the various alt.___ groups were the initial glue of "internet communities." IRC chat rooms added to this. One such group, the precursor to all modern skateboard internet presence, was alt.skate-board on Usenet and #skate on IRC.

The regular contributors to these two entities actually had a bigger impact on than most would imagine. For instance, prior to becoming a pop icon, Nancy Whang was a regular (I take credit for introducing her to the band Big Black). Richard Wang formed Blair Mag, one of the first popular "web zines" that both celebrated and lambasted pop culture. It is still hilarious in 2015. Rick V. and others went on to form Journal Magazine (now defunct). Lucas Wisenthal went on to become the editor-in-chief or The Ride Chanel. These are just to name a select few people/things that came from the community of alt.skate-board.

I was in my middle/late teens during this time period. Remnants of that cyber-skate culture are still with me today. One of the most memorable components was the writing of Thoai Tran. He wrote a number of brilliant posts on alt.skate-board called Zen and Skateboarding. These were later archived on Dansworld. In the world of modern skateboarding and the Internet, Thoai's writing can easily be lost to time, and more contemporary web sites than Dansworld. Unless of course, you were there when Thaoi first posted his articles, like I was. His writing always stuck with me, like skateboarding, because it is so...pure. Rereading his teachings on Zen and Skating in 2015 illuminates how real wisdom is timeless. His observations are as relevant today as they were in the mid-1990s. Maybe even more so. If you are a skateboarder, then you will immediately see the brilliance that is Thaoi Tran. He wrote 14 installments of Zen and Skateboarding, over the course of a few years. I will eventually post all of them on this blog. For now, I give you the one that started it all off...

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Zen

A Note from the author

I know.. I know. Call me the biggest Schmuck or geek or loser for trying to correlate skating to life with metaphors and stories. Those of you who may have read some of my writings might have noticed that I am notorious for this... But to many of us (including myself), skating is life...it is the nourishment that keeps my soul fresh and fulfilled..It makes me happy when my days are mediocre and sad. It makes me happier even on my better days. It provides the fulfilment that goes beyond anything this apathetic world can offer.

I will be posting a series of articles, collectively called "Zen," in which I will *attempt* to describe this profound beauty, this harmony with oneself and with the universe whenever I step on that board. Please forgive me if I sound like the biggest loser (I am!) for contributing such writings here, but I hope that you will find my some of my ideas enjoyable to read...and if you enjoy them, drop me a line or few. Ideas or constructive criticisms are always welcome too.

Thank you,
Thoai
"skate to live...live to skate"

Part One: Autumn Foliage

An impatient skater once cried out to master Ch'an..."I have skated for almost a year now, and yet I can't get any better. I cannot do a kickflip. My ollie is not as high as my friend's. I practice and practice, but I just can't do these tricks. I see all these maneuvers in magazines and videos, and it seems that everybody is doing them...except for me. All these little kids do these complex flips and make them look so easy. I see people doing crazy things down huge flight of stairs. Every other skater is getting better and better, developing more and more intricate tricks with each passing day; but not I! I am so frustrated!"

Master Ch'ian picked up an orange leaf that had fallen from a tree and said:

"This leaf that has fallen down from the autumn skies...does this leaf chose to come down whenever it wants? Why does it wait for this time of the season to change its colors, to lose its green lushness, to fall from the tree that has given it life?"

"Why do the blacknecked geese begin to make their annual migration during this time...and not during the summer or spring? Why must they wait for this exact moment; when, in fact, they have the ability to do it anytime of the year?"

"Time takes its natural course...Just as this leaf is patient to wait for fall to change into its illustrious colors, so you too must be patient when you skate. A trick will blossom into its magnificent colors as inevitably as this fall foliage when you have patience with time...when you build it slowly and perfectly. You cannot backside ollie without first learning to ollie straight...and you cannot ollie successfully if you can't roll away smoothly...Time takes its natural and inevitable course."

"Look at this leaf: it is unique, it is special. It is completely different from the other leaves that surround our feet. There is no other leaf that has the same patchwork of colors, the same patterns of vasculature, the same feel. Your skating should be like this leaf...it should be special and strictly your own. No other person can dictate to you what is beautiful in skating...because beauty is within your own soul. Once you realize this, your skating will blossom as inevitably as this fall foliage."

So spoke Master Ch'ian.

Monday, August 10, 2015

"Adult Content"

Content reposted/taken from Muckouth

Growing old fucking sucks, but even more so for a skateboarder, as you realise your days are numbered through the combination of a destroyed body and other disgusting grown up shit.

Skateboarding is still a relatively young sport, so we are only now seeing an older generation. There are of course a handful of pioneers that have maintained rollercoaster careers until today, but they’re as rare as successful white rappers. Then there are those few adults that often have no connection to the industry, yet somehow remain skateboarders nevertheless.

As a teenager all your friends skate, you’ve got a good crew to meet up with regularly that help keep you inspired. When you get older most people get distracted from skating never to return; whether it’s discovering weed, vaginas or full time employment, sooner or later the vast majority are lured into getting old.

But not everyone; some are so addicted to skateboarding that they make it their life, through families and jobs, despite periods of incarceration or drug addiction, even through fame and wealth - they still skate. 

Is it purely Darwinism weeding out the faithful or are external influences to blame for the demise of the skateboarder? Is it the girlfriend that gets in the way or just a different set of priorities? For the select few that can balance their responsibilities and maintain an affair with their wooden wife, the rewards are better than your first blowjob.

At some stage through the metamorphosis into adulthood your focus on skateboarding changes; thoughts of filming or trying to be sponsored are long gone, there is nothing but a love of skating to keep you hyped. Even the unspoken rivalries are lost, you become genuinely stoked to see your friends ripping with no subconscious jealousy; but that’s if you even have friends that skate. Many are left skating alone or become the only guy at the skatepark in his forties, pushing mongo and trying desperately not to look like a paedophile. 

On some Highlander shit only a few remain, but they look at skateboarding differently, they know that it can be a bitch but they will always love her regardless. They appreciate every flat-ground kicky like it may be their last, because it actually might be. Any remaining friends that skate are priceless, you understand each other’s struggles with lifelong injuries and real world issues, which in turn makes every session that much sweeter.

But it’s not all rainbows and candy floss, being an old skater has countless conundrums.

The most visible challenge is their choice of apparel. Do you continue to wear what is comfortable and feels right, aka baggy jeans and skate shoes, or do you adhere to society’s requirements and dress your age? It’s a tough call, you can either appear ridiculous to the general public as a 35yr old dressed like he’s 16, or you can try to skate wearing your shiny boots and knitted sweater; either way you look fucking terrible to someone.

Then there is the overwhelming temptation to become an asshole. As a kid, getting new shit was always a hustle that involved equal parts begging and stealing, but when you’re old you generally have coin to buy product. The unfortunate side effect, is an exponential growth in blaming your equipment for the lack of ability which old age bestowed upon you; which can result in purchasing new shoes every time you lose a trick until you have the shoe collection and trick selection of Imelda Marcos.

Injury is the plague of the older skater; it often precedes getting fired for continual absences, breaking up with a partner who is tired of nursing your broken ass, or going bankrupt from the astronomical cost of healthcare. If you can survive all that shit you can look forward a steadily decreasing range of mobility, as your brittle bones turn into pink wafers. You get to an age when you wake up injured just from having skateboarding dreams.

Then alcohol enters the equation, no longer is it a bonus, it becomes an absolute requirement. Despite slowing down your progression in many respects, liquor is like anal lube for old skateboarders; allowing you to push through any injury, try shit you haven't done before and generally become the teenage version of yourself. Straight up, nothing gets an old body primed for skating like Nurofen and vodka.

But time becomes the least recognised asset of youth; old people do not have that luxury. An afternoon of skateboarding can involve permission from the wife, babysitter for the kids, time off work and synchronising an appointment with your equally busy friend. The whole coordinated process is like a sad, elderly version of Mission Impossible, all just to play on your wooden toy. 

Faced with all these challenges, you might wonder how to maintain your self esteem as you age ungracefully; thankfully the New York Times created this extraordinary piece of journalism, teaching you “how to be a cool older skateboarder” and unwittingly, “how to get punched in the fucking face at the skatepark.”

If you need to know how to live your life, simply consult the internet. The endless wealth of knowledge from clueless cunts will lead you toward enlightenment.

As a kid you get teased for skateboarding, then as an adult you get openly ridiculed. Honestly, to the outside world you are a joke; a Peter Pan syndrome, mid-life crisis that can’t afford a convertible. There are numerous articles like this turd nugget from The Telegraph that are dedicated to humiliating old skateboarders, but this one is my favourite, aptly titled People over 30 shouldn’t ride skateboards.
 Go run a nice warm bath, light some scented candles and settle in to read this piece of internet wisdom. As the words ease over you, firmly grasp your Gillette razor blade between your thumb and forefinger, slowly slice open your wrists and walk towards the light. You can die peacefully knowing that Garrison Frost no longer disapproves of your lifestyle. (Note, Frost did get a serious smack down for his comments, and did major back-pedaling). 

This should end with an inspirational quote from Jay Adams or a motivational insight about staying young, but if you’re old and still skate, you don’t need that.

How old is too old?

Never, cunt.

Roll For Life.... Part 1

CONTENT REPOSTED/TAKEN FROM MORBKNOWS.

Roll For Life.... Part 1

"This is the first of 3 posts, to be fired out in quick succession, tackling the barriers to skating, like, fo' ever brah.  This post deals with whether we exaggerate the impacts of getting older (or use it as an excuse); the next will deal with the arguably bigger issue of how the assholes in the civilian world see us - and how this reflects wider issues like class and wealth prejudice (fuck 'em); and the last post will cover attitudes within skating itself - some have changed, some stay the same.
 
A couple of days' back whilst on holiday in Boston Massachusetts, we heard the loud clattering of skateboarders behind us.  A group of 4-5 guys shot past, each ollieing a manhole cover with the snap, speed and confidence that shows straight away that they know what they're damn well doing.  As an afterthought, I noticed that a couple of the dudes had fully grey hair - probably in their 40s - and thought "rad, its not often you see guys that age skating street on a weekday back home." 

I'd wanted to tap out a positive post  on how more people could skate productively through their active lives -  not in a naff, self-parodying 'middle-aged shred' sense, or with the subterranean low expectations of  "I just like to cruise every now and again these days, man", but to properly skate and keep progressing.  Like runners, surfers, cyclists, skiers or rock climbers - or any other infinitely less rad activity that nonetheless becomes someone's lifetime identity.   A skate trip to Copenhagen and Malmo a month earlier and my own progress through the second half of my 30s had been gently prompting this. 

On return from the US, this piece of upper-class trolling from the Telegraph's Harry Wallop provided probable cause.  This was the second article from the Telegraph in the last few months snidely suggesting that a skateboarder over 29 was a pathetic try hard in the grip of a low-budget mid-life crisis.  The Telegraph aren't alone.  The New York Times published a cringe-inducing exposé  on this 'new' phenomena of the post-teen skateboarder a couple of years' back.  Then a torrent of unwanted opinion from the UK establishment was triggered by the opening of the House of Vans, the Long Live Southbank campaign, and the HTC One Skatepark at Selfridges.  Commentators on popular culture, from the Guardian to Marie Claire, have suggested that skateboarding is for teenaged boys alone: adult males, and women of any age, should stay the hell away.  At the same time, they suggest regular guys consider rocking a Palace t-shirt and Supreme 5-panel -  appropriating the fashion whilst scorning participation in the activity it draws from.

Muckmouth have just raged at this shit, arguing that older skateboarders have quite enough to deal with just age itself - and can do without judgment from those who don't themselves participate in a damn thing.  They're one of the internet's gems, so I don't want to step in their footprints and am anyway better equipped for more practical rambling of the what can/should change variety.  To do this, I'll address three big barriers to 'rolling 4 ever'/being a 'lifer' or whatever kids tattoo on their forearms without thinking about what that might end up meaning.

Wear, decay and maintenance

The most commonly given reason why someone becomes, or is forced to become, an 'ex-skater', is the idea - and eventual reality - that our bodies become less able to do the things we want after passing a given physical 'peak'.  But the science suggests that the body falls apart later and more slowly than we tend to assume, especially if we invest in general fitness (mitigating the downside of getting older, rather than complaining about it).

Sports scientists place the peak for most sports between the ages of 25 and 35 - the period usually defined by demographers as 'young adulthood'.  This is older than you'd expect if exposed to a couple of decades of skate journalism speculating that so-and-so is probably past it at 26 (although, along with injuries, professional skate 'careers' hinge on other factors, such as how long you can exist on sub-welfare incomes).  After this peak, deterioration is very gradual - unless you have a serious injury or illness: in normally healthy adults, the key indicators of oxygen intake and heart efficiency, muscle strength and flexibility decrease by small amounts each year.  Studies show that athletes perform at or close to their personal best from their late 30s to their early 40s - with gradual deterioration of around 2% per year after this, with changes only perceptible to the individual over the decade.  Have a look here for more detail.

What changes more rapidly is actual levels of participation in physical activity.  Essentially, from the late-30s/early-40s the average Western adult becomes very significantly less active, and their metabolism slows - together leading to weight gain, further decreasing activity.  Our image of someone in their 30s may not be that different from a 20-something, but when you conjure up an image of an average guy in their 40s, you may picture the dude wandering around the super market after his wife and kids, beer belly, pigeon chest, stooped posture - prodding listlessly at his mobile phone.   Imagine that guy on a skateboard, arf arf.

Researchers suspect a chicken-and-egg situation, with lifestyle factors (family, work, etc.) and social attitudes (more on that in Part 2) leading to reduced physical activity, rather than an inherent human tendency to reduce activity in itself.  This in turn may cause metabolism to slow when it does, and accelerate deterioration in the other key indicators.  The above link to the Journal of Sport Science includes evidence showing that active people aged 60+ outperform inactive 20-somethings across most indicators.  So there's empirical evidence behind that Jay Adams quote.
So we start to deteriorate later than you may have expected, and at a more gradual rate - with the more depressing, rapid changes due to behavioural and societal factors, rather than additional years on the planet per se.  The modern adult world pressures us to pile out, bro. 

The easy conclusion would be to say 'just keep skating' - you'll be more active than the average civilian, pile out less and live longer.  But we also tend to argue that skating is way more destructive than  other activities, leading to an earlier end point.  But unless you're jumping down stair sets and big rails on the regular - is it really?  People run long distances competitively well past 60, and that's super high impact: I ran my first half marathon earlier this year and my legs felt way more shagged than from 3 days hard skating (and I've run moderate distances for as long as I've skated, so its not a case of muscles being worked in unfamiliar ways).  Perhaps more significant, is the idea of older people skating (more on that in Part 3) - picturing ol' chubby 'rad dad' in a Quicksilver t-shirt.  But without entering into some Gwyneth Paltrow-style life advice, none of us are going to be that guy if we keep skating.  Dudes from Ronnie Creager to Lance Mountain don't look ridiculous -  skating should enable us to be the wiry old bastards that look like they live in the woods and would survive nuclear war.

The key is maintenance.  For those of us who started skating in the 90s this is hard to accept.  Stretching still seems lame - and the solution to a tweaked ankle back then was JD, weed and refusal to go to the doctor.  The younger generation seem much keener to borrow from mainstream sport and fitness (in this month's Sidewalk nice-guy-Will Golding has followed Korahn Gayle and...  yeah, Gino...  in professing time spent in the gym for cardio fitness, leg strength and flexibility at the tender age of 22 - foresight and discipline that I lacked at that age).  In 1996 this would have gotten you labelled as a 'jock' and way too serious.  I remember housemates and I hating on Reese Forbes because we incorrectly had him down as a serious sports guy.  But then hardly anyone knew people older than 25 in our skate scene.  Borrowing the useful stuff from regular sports isn't a bad thing, even if you're Magenta as hell and reckon 95% of 'performance' orientated skating sucks (this interview with Soy Panday and Vivien Feil on the thinking behind Magenta is amazing, btw).

To keep up the 'childish' act of skating at a level that is satisfying, one has to embrace some elements of normal guy fitness. That can either be depressing or motivating.  In any given office environment, you'll hear civilians carping on about "having" to go to the gym as they've eaten x amount of cake and crisps today, purely for vanity's sakes.  That shit sleeve of quasi-tribal tats will look shitter if matey piles out: no roll up sleeve, deep-v shirts for you, bruv.  But as a skateboarder, the shere dumb love of going skating is the ultimate motivator for swimming, cycling, running, yoga - whatever you choose.  Freddy Gall pulls off being a full-time pile whilst being amazing at skating, but his is probably not a recommended life trajectory for anyone else.  I'd much rather be that tedious older guy that goes running before work/at lunch - and can skate all weekend - than the regular fella moving from couch to work to pub and back again.  Although there's nothing wrong with that.  Each to their own.
The final point is the fallacy of applying the expiration date for 'peak' performance in professional competitive sports to normal skateboarders.  In mainstream competitive sports, even a 2% decrease in a given performance indicator loses you the edge on your competitors - career ending in light of the miniscule strength and speed differences between top athletes.  From their early to mid-30s, top footballers struggle to outrun their younger counterparts, pick up injuries faster and thus retire.  But you and I are not in a race, skateboarding does not require infinitesimal degrees of 'better' - and craft (judgement, aesthetics, trick and spot selection...  style) can increase with time, even if power fades a little.  My favourite bit of Cherry is the Brian Anderson line with the flat ground switch 360 flip, because I really like what he does with his shoulders... craft, son.

But professional, competitive athletics holds a powerful sway on how we talk about and evaluate skating, even if you subscribe to the 'its totally an art, dude' school of thought.  Just read any skate mag, and see how those valuations creep in, with skate 'careers' described in a similar trajectory to football or basketball, even if the dude in question is working an alternate job the whole way through.  This affects us as normal punters, consciously or otherwise feeling 'past it' when mainstream athletes our own age start retiring, even though they exist under a totally different set of circumstances.

But, I strongly believe nothing affects our feeling of when we can and can't skate than the perceptions of others...  the assholes: the subject of the next post."