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Submitted by Teephphah at 2005-08-16 13:12:30 EDT
Rating: 1.98 on 37 ratings (37 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

There was a time, back before I got too old, when I truly knew what freedom was. There was a time when all I had to do was walk out the door of my house to feel absolute joy.

That must have been about seventeen years ago now, circa 1986, 1987, 1988. I would have been around 7th or 8th grade then. Before I had discovered girls, booze or cigarettes. I was pure in mind, body and spirit and back then, I could fly.

If I close my eyes sometimes, I can still feel it.

I can feel the gentle concave of the board beneath me cradling my feet through the worn and duct taped shoes that my mother constantly complained about having to replace. I can feel the prickly-sticky grab of the grip-tape against my fingertips, sanding away the skin and leaving calluses behind. I can feel my body floating through space after checking sanity at the door and harnessing the forces of gravity and momentum to slingshot myself into the void beyond the coping’s edge. Confidently out of control.

I remember having the timing down. Knowing just when to flick my ankle or when to poke my toes back in to catch a slab of seven-ply Canadian maple spinning wildly on its lengthwise axis, never questioning whether or not the side with the polyurethane would be down, so as to cushion my fall and keep my speed. It would be. It was. Usually.

I remember sometimes reaching a level of mind-body unity that Olympic athletes would kill for. That eerie feeling of certainty that This Time, I Will Do It. I Will Land It. Racing toward a curb or a set of stairs or the lip and NOT thinking – just doing – what was in my mind’s eye. Kickflips, feeble grinds, smith reverts, 360 flips, fakie-to-nosepick-reverts, ollies over the spine – they all came that way. No more practice, no talking, just action. And satisfaction.

I remember pain. I remember the whip-crack speed with which a board can spring up if weight is properly positioned on the tail and a front foot slips off at just the right moment. I remember picking gravel and glass out of hamburgered palms, hoping that the hanging flap of skin would be able to reattach itself, skin-graft style. I remember falling from the coping straight now onto my knee on the flat, six feet below and having my entire leg from the knee down go numb for an entire day.

I remember outrunning security guards after waxing curbs at the courthouse. I remember telling a cop that my name was Mark Gonzalez when he wrote me a warning ticket, but not thinking ahead to give him a made-up address. I remember “Skateboarding Is Not A Crime.”

I remember skating 20 miles across town in a late October snow because Clint knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who said that someone had stolen a bunch of lumber and built a ramp in the woods. I remember not really caring if the story was true or not because the joy was in the getting there.

I remember that the stories were true, and continuing to skate 20 miles across town until the ramp became so run-down that it was too unsafe to skate. And never having met the people who built it.

I remember the adrenaline of spray painting “Bones Brigade” on the Gross High Ditch. I remember getting my Mom to drive me and all of my delinquent friends to the Fireman’s Ditch (R.I.P.).

I remember when Tony Hawk came to town. It even made the evening news.

I remember swearing to God In Heaven that one day, I would skate the Animal Chin ramp.

I remember my dad building me a three foot launch ramp. I remember all my friends being able to get bigger air off it than I could, until I learned how to ollie off that bitch. I remember feeling like the implications of my actions were bigger than I could comprehend the first time I decided to try to approach that ramp from the side and ollie-to-boardslide on the top of it, and pulled it off.

I remember feeling like a celebrity when Clint got sponsored. I remember feeling a little shitty for him that his sponsor was “Z-Roller Trucks.”

I remember that Earl, the crazy old guy who owned the skate and bike shop, would sell me stuff on credit, but none of my friends. He said I was a good kid.

I remember running into Earl a few years ago, and him telling me how proud he was of all that I’d accomplished.

I remember staring at the murkily translucent orange color of my old Indy bushings and wondering if the color was what made them so perfectly soft, or if they could have been any color, and just weren’t.

I remember going on long car-trips with my family, and being made fun of because, as I napped, I’d been “skating” in my sleep. Kicking the back of my mom’s chair as I ollied and mumbled out the names of tricks.

I remember reading every issue of Thrasher and TransWorld Skateboarding that came out, as soon as it came out, cover to cover. I remember when TransWorld interviewed Natas, and I HAD to own a pair of Limpies pants.

I remember wearing Skate Rags, even though I was too tall and skinny to pull them off and the elasticized bottoms rode above my ankles high-water style. I remember my JFA paisley and Suicidal Tendencies t-shirts. I wore them so often that each of them had holes worn through the right side, next to my kidney, from the grip-tape of my board.

All of this, I remember. I remember it as the most wholesome and innocent time of my life. For some reason though, probably girls, booze and cigarettes, I put all this behind me. And now, as a real grown-up man, I sit here and I think about what was.

They say you can never go home again. I wonder if that’s true.

I hope not, because last night my wife gave me the green-light to build a mini-half in the back yard.

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Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-12-02 11:17:39 EST (#)
Rating: 2

Happy Early Birthday! You younger-than-me bastard.

Submitted by thorpe at 2005-08-17 07:01:48 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Stupid Crystle. Never thinks before she hurts somebody, the foolish girl.

Submitted by Circe at 2005-08-17 06:53:25 EDT (#)
Rating: 2


(feels left out)

(never skated ever, used to surf instead)

(is getting desperate)

I play Proskater on the Xbox with The Boy and I cheat!!!

(Is pathetic)

Submitted by Berty at 2005-08-17 06:27:16 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Teeph had a happy childhood. Well whoopy fucking shit.

<insert further bitter words here>

Submitted by iddqd at 2005-08-16 23:30:32 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

fucking sweet reminiscence story.

ive always despised skaters, not really sure why; probably cos most of em around my area seemed to be utter toolbags. however, i used to play basketball religiously, it was my first, my one and so far my only true love, so i know exactly what youre talking about. i have a singlet that has no back: all the holes joined up into one big voltron of a hole. i rememebr the first hole, that started it - i tore it, climbing over a fence into some private schools court, cos they had a low ring.

i remember breaking ankles and dishing dimes while in the background on someones shitty tape deck played dre and snoop and bel biv devoe, back in the day.

Submitted by munkeypants at 2005-08-16 22:23:03 EDT (#)
Rating: 2


Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 20:12:19 EDT (#)
Rating: 2


my tears of contrition have now dried up.

I'm coo...

Submitted by AlexorGM at 2005-08-16 19:23:01 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

wow. it kept me excited the whole way through.

Submitted by sideshow at 2005-08-16 17:29:40 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Even though I should have out grown that stage years ago, I still manage to lose quite a bit of skin every now and again. Fun times

Submitted by Chroniclysm at 2005-08-16 16:38:48 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I didn't skate for very long though I always wished I had really tried to get good at it.

I did more crazy shit on a bike than I care to mention here, though.

Submitted by Shifty at 2005-08-16 15:50:55 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Good one.

I can't skate for shit

Submitted by kaos-king at 2005-08-16 15:24:32 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Old school, Teeph. I remember my first Vision Street Wear tee shirt....

Submitted by HadToBeDone at 2005-08-16 14:12:10 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

When people are done rating this post, we need a way to redirect them to mine....

Submitted by Teephphah at 2005-08-16 14:07:27 EDT (#)
Rating: 0

Crystle - It's oooookay. Put the gun DOWN. Everything is going to be fine. I need you to be cool here, okay? Be like Fonzie.

Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 14:05:49 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

K.. so I can't bring back the perfect 2, but maybe some heat?

Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 14:02:16 EDT (#)
Rating: 2


Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 14:01:07 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Kill me, kill me now...

Submitted by loki at 2005-08-16 14:00:56 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

you'll put your eye out

Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 14:00:45 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I don't know if I can make that up.. but I'll try!

Damn flywheels!

Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 13:59:56 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Gah - Sorry!

Submitted by egadz at 2005-08-16 13:59:49 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:41:12 (#)
Ranking: 2


Right off of 450, if you know where that is.

Is it visible from the road?
details, please.

Submitted by Crystle at 2005-08-16 13:59:38 EDT (#)
Rating: 0

I'm watching my 15 yr old nephew go through all this.

I can see the euphoria in his eyes as he fiddles with the wheels and bearings, because he's "not allowed to skate right now"

And the duct taped shoes...and the holes in the shirt. The cracked boards, the pipe, the waxing of curbs with old used birthday candles. The torn and bloody body parts. The seeming insanity...

Thank you for letting me see a bit more into his mind, Teeph!

Submitted by mbstateside at 2005-08-16 13:53:20 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I only skirted on the very edge of the skateboard thing.

I did used to tear shit up on my BMX though and to this day I have a mighty collection of scars on my knees to prove it.

Good Post.

Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-08-16 13:47:23 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Let me tell you, you have to build it FOR the boy. Mine can't skate, yet, but nothing has put such an awe-struck look on my son's face the way watching me drop in and float over the spine did. I might as well have sprouted wings and flown.

Submitted by Teephphah at 2005-08-16 13:42:28 EDT (#)
Rating: 0

IF I get this thing built (I'm currently considering the possibility that my wife's acquiescence all just a Jedi mind-trick, because NOW thoughts like, "when will I have time to actually use it?" or "will it be dangerous for The Boy?" keep popping into my head) and IF I get it built before the snow flies, anybody is welcome to come and play.

Omaha or bust.

Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-08-16 13:41:12 EDT (#)
Rating: 2


Right off of 450, if you know where that is.

Here's some pics from the first couple of sessions...before it was even completely finished:



Submitted by nitty34 at 2005-08-16 13:41:10 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

My entire knowledge of skating came from that video game


Submitted by mockidol at 2005-08-16 13:36:48 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

i can't skate, but nice post.

Submitted by indoninja at 2005-08-16 13:33:01 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Where do you live? I think we need a Ubercon skate park.

Submitted by egadz at 2005-08-16 13:29:33 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

This post brought a tear to my eye.
I fucking love skating.


Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:25:43 (#)
Ranking: 2

Ramps in the woods were/are the best. There's a guy around here in Davidsonville that just put up a 12ft vert ramp not too long ago.

Davidsonville, MD?
if so, then holyshitWHERE?

Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-08-16 13:27:00 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Oh man, if I can get clearance from my better half, I'm there.

Submitted by badassmofo at 2005-08-16 13:26:57 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Ha ha Z roller trucks!!!

What were the other novelty ones they didn't roll but the were like real slender maybe started with a G or someting?

I remember Gizmo wheels and those huge blue Perelta ones that made you feel like you were riding in pnuematics

Submitted by Kre8rix at 2005-08-16 13:26:19 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:18:18 (#)
Ranking: 2

Much, much, much better than "27 Years."

And when you get that sucker done, I'm comin' to Nebraska!


Can I come?

Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-08-16 13:25:43 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Ramps in the woods were/are the best. There's a guy around here in Davidsonville that just put up a 12ft vert ramp not too long ago.

Submitted by badassmofo at 2005-08-16 13:23:36 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Teephph - If you build it we will come...

Wookie - road trip to Teeph's for the break in party?

Submitted by badassmofo at 2005-08-16 13:22:39 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Fucking A Teephph - this gave me mega-goosebumps.

I remember convesations about German bearing being better than Swiss bearings (bullshit)

I can't stand to see kids walking with thier boards today, or riding a bike carrying the board.

When I skated, I skated everywhere.

I rememeber being alone in the walkway of O'Hare airport and skating from one end to the other.

I remember I had to ditch my school books to fit my board in my locker.

Submitted by One4TheRoad at 2005-08-16 13:18:18 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Much, much, much better than "27 Years."

And when you get that sucker done, I'm comin' to Nebraska!

And remember not to act afraid. Animals can smell fear. And they
don't like it.

-- Homer Simpson
The Call of the Simpsons