Friday, September 30, 2011
New Vinyl Score!
After a bit of a search, stoked to track this one down on vinyl... Gonna play the hell outta this one out!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
We Got More Soul
Lots of version of this Patsy Cline tune, Jeannie Newman's is good too. Boring videos of Candi's stuff, but killer tunes.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Evidence XXV: Cressy's Birthday
Cressy had a get together at Adam's, a permission pool that's been going for about 3 or 4 years, for her birthday. After grinding her age, she kept going, plowing through the coping. Killer session, thanks Cressy, and thanks Adam!
Rayce, lipslide in the shallow.
Zach, leggo my eggo!
B-Rad, grrr.
Craig took himself out before I got there. "Wanna go to the hospital?" "Naw, Adam gave me a vicodin, I can just go tomorrow if I have to."
Symmetrical date palm.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday's Dance Lesson: The Swim
Can people please start doing the Swim again?
And FYI, how music buying has changed over the years, 1980 to the present. I'm still a vinyl guy. Click on the image to view the GIF.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Evidence XXIV: Sometimes skating pools involves skating bad pools
Seek and destroy mission with Hoss and Andrew. Found a couple of possibilities.
This piece of shit wasn't much bigger than a hot tub.
Andrew, too fast for photos, f-side grrrrr in the Hobbit Hole.
Little buddy fell in and couldn't get up...
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Cafe Racer Culture
Monday, September 19, 2011
More evidence of shitwiggery!
More evidence of the shitwig. Del Mar membership card, no photo, skated it right before it closed, July 1987. Went to Pipeline three times, once I was injured and couldn't skate. Shitwig is coming in nice in that photo, though. Too many stories to tell from those trips. Pipeline closed in 1988.
Lower card is from 1987, I think, pre-shitwig, and the upper card is from 1988 -- shitwig coming in nicely. Kevin Harris' Richmond Skate Ranch is what allowed us Seattle vert skaters to ride through the winter. Couple weekends a month, that's where'd we be.
Fort Skate in Colorado, 1990, just prior to shearing the shitwig. I delivered a car there -- a Volkswagen Scirroco, to Ryan Monihan's sister Amy, for some cash. She had a one-way ticket for me back to Seattle, but the ticket was in her name. So she checked in at the counter, gave me the ticket, and I used it. She gave me a hug at the gate and said "Bye Ah-mey" pronouncing it like some French guy's name. Worked, though, made the flight. Other card is the famous Turf, during the second revival, 1993, long, long post-shitwig. We got caught sneaking in, and the manager kicked us out. We bought wigs at a yard sale the next morning, and got back in. This is from the first time I went there, when my girlfriend at the time's sister was getting married in Madison.
Michael Burnett, pre running the Thrasher show. I think it's a photo fo Texas Dan. On the back, Mike wrote Texas Dan's #.
Rick Kosick in the Poweredge days, pre-Big Brother. I met him through Alec Schroeder (Ben Schroeder's brother), who was the editor of Poweredge. He came to Seattle a couple times, and we stayed at his house and skated his ramp. I wrote some stuff for Poweredge, and my am checkout is what got me moved to the a-team on Alva. On the back of this card are directions to the San Juan Capistrano pool, one of the perks of skating for Alva at the time. Thanks TA and Daddy Dave.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Go, Cuby, Go!
Waiting on Brock to help with the CB350F exhaust -- it's gonna be bitchin'! -- so I decided to work on that pesky Honda Cuby engine. My girl's dad sold Honda stuff (mostly lawn tools, but a few bikes too) in a small town in Massachusetts in the '70s and '80s, and he came across the Cuby at a yard sale for $5. He knew what it was, so he got it. The Cuby is a training engine for Honda techs built around 1960. Honda stopped using them and decided to send some to dealers in the US as a promotion. I've heard everything from 50 to 200 made it to the US, but I dunno. When Meg's parents moved from MA to WA, her dad asked if I wanted it. I said no at first, fo some reason (probably thinking I got enough junk around here), then got smart and said "yeah! Send it my way!" Got it, let it sit for about 1.5 years, then, after searching for a day or so for a spark plug, I found one. Cleaned out the carb, added oil and the thing fired up. It leaked some gas, so I've had to work on the carb a few times (see the Q-Tips in the photo?), but I think I got it dialed in. Now I need proper fuel line. Thing starts first pull of the cord! Here's one runnin':
Also tore apart the original light from our pool. Pool was built around 1958, when our house was. I am going to make some kind of outdoor light, so I had to open it up to get the guts out. 50 years of under water meant that the metal is soft -- goo din some ways (for drilling out), bad in others (trying to back out the bolts -- every one of the m broke). Gotta clean the glass too...
Two things I am trying to work into Meg's bike. Get the rusty motif? I mean patina... Above is going to be the tail light somehow. Below... where do I put the dummy bomb?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Donald Trump's hair
Dudes and dudettes, I had the weirdest thought today: Donald Trump with wet hair. I gargled it, but this is as disturbingly close as I could get.
Let's counter that with summa this! Pow!
Remember kids: always ride with the proper safety gear! Who loves ya?!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Evidence XXII: Hard to skate, and some familiar spots.
Evidence.
Great. B-Rad is taking photos of me looking like a dork and it's probably upping my web presence in a bad way. I am a dork.
Sean Tucson got one. This one was a permission pool, but a bitch to ride.
Hoss, concentrated tail scrape in the pocket. Legitimate name for trick, look it up, Thrasher, ca. '85 or so, Wake Up and Smell the Pavement, Matt Gallardo photo, bitch!
Sean, boardslide.
B-Radical, into the Pool of the Millenium.
Cancer stairs got a mean old cactus, this is about 20 feet tall.
Grasshopper statue?
B-Rad, death.
Poached B-Rad's flash for Sean, grind over the hip as the Haboob rolled through.
Hoss grabs a b-side...
Dunno why there are 2 photos of Hoss, but I can't erase one of 'em... Anyway, for you doubters, here is the caption of the "concentrated tail scrape" from a 1985 Thrasher article on the Seattle contest Wake Up and Smell the Pavement. And here's the link if you can't read the caption:
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