All show and no go makes Scotty a dull boy.
Monday, March 28, 2011
I stuck these weeds in this landing to measure my status as I stacked dirt. The flowers are six foot plus and I built to within a few inches tonight after a few days of dealing with frozen ground. The crazy part is that it seemed to be completely thawed a couple weeks ago when I started digging but froze again during the extremely cold days and nights of the last week. Ice age.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Yesterday was the first day of spring and I got some work done on Birdland. I wanted to be done with the berm upgrade by now but time is tight. I just came in from working out there tonight and dialed the lip in pretty well that you see in the top of the frame, but damn, it felt more like the first day of winter out there. My hands are frozen.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I love magazines and I really love me some Dice magazine. Besides some of the extra-silly articles wasting space that could be devoted to otherwise kick ass motorcycle (car/tattoo/occasional skateboarding), Dice never disappoints. The latest issue features a cut out cover which can be assembled into a miniature oregame cardboard coffin tank. Sick!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I remember skating this kinda crappy particle board vert ramp in 1984 and my friend Lew telling me about this "sponsored skater" who had just moved to Kalamazoo (to go to WMU). His name was Bill Fergusson and he was indeed a sponsored skater and he ripped! Fast forward six years and this same dude was still in Kalamazoo and was opening his own skatepark, the "Kzoo Skate Zoo". I rode my bike at Kzoo tonight, 21 years later, and wished Bill happy birthday on the way out. As Iwalked out the door, my mind started racing with so many memories, one after another. I went to (I think) his 26th birthday party and I barely knew him. Not long afterward, he gave me a part time job at Kzoo, then right after that, a part time job at the shop he ran, Piranha Alley. I didn't work at the park for very long before becoming full time at Piranha Alley, where I stayed for six years before becoming a sales rep. I have a thousand memories of so many funny things, a few bad ones (mostly involving shop lifters) and good times. Just yesterday I took my son Dylan to skate a little bit and he climbed into the circular shirt rack in the pro shop to scare me. Pretty funny for a three year old but the time that I came walking back into Piranha Alley with my lunch and Bill jumped out that exact same rack, he startled the fucking shit out of me. I pointed out what Dylan was doing yesterday and Bill, who was putting a board together for a customer, just chuckled. He couldn't stop laughing that day in the mid 90s. I'm laughing thinking about it now. That job really paved the way for everything I do now and I thank Bill for giving me the opportunity. More than that, I'm just glad we're friends.