After the Death Race contest in Fallon NV and copious amounts of pizza and beverages, we headed to the “Old High School”. Talks about a 10 stair had the crew ready for more. The stairs out front, the flat gap, and the stair gap into the street got handled. Some of the crew got dealt as well. The sun started it’s way to the other side of the world and the day ended like it began, just a bunch of skaters hanging out shooting the shit. Good times and great people. These are the days. -ERL
Besides the homeless I think we are the only people who lurk so hard. We basically loiter. Driving around looking for new spots to skate will take you to some odd locations. Ending up in an oil soaked industrial loading dock is normal to us. Even better that they had chairs outside for their employees smoke breaks no doubt. To top that, it was covered and we had a dry spot free of snow. Civilians drive by puzzled. Cops drive up concerned.
If you street skate you realize we have more in common with the homeless than most people. We like to do what we want and ignore most of societies preconceived notions of what we should be. Trespassing and destruction of public/private property do not apply to us. Your average person who calls an ambulance when they fall off a curb can’t conceive what we do. Wander, look around, and discover what your streets have to offer. -ERL
The high suggested 22 degrees was all the mercy we were going to get from Mother Nature. The snow had been scraped and there were a few options besides strictly parking garages. They are always dry but, the lack of sun is brutal. For the first time in a few decades my bushings froze up to the point where they might as well been made out of steel. No turning means no control and rickety style.
The rest of the crew had zero problems adapting their Speeders to the cold. Hot coffee, hot chocolate, and constant motion was the name of the game. As much as an indoor park would have been lovely, I felt better about skating in a frozen hell with a good crew. I’d rather suffer than get soft.
Winter skating takes me back to the day where you and your crew would skate no matter what. You would skate the curb spot by where the jocks hung out even though you knew there would be trouble. Skate a spot you knew you would have to run away from cops or security or you’d lose your board. The hunger of youth overpowers the excuses that comes with age. A mediocre day skating beats not skating at all. -ERL
Dustin Elliker edit.
To get away from the smoke and to put the pedal down for the day we headed North. Three towns were the plan, in those three towns of Loyalton, Portola, and Quincy laid 3 skateparks. Clean air, mountains, trees, a boom box, and two car loads of the homies is all it took to put an plan into action. We had the entire skatepark of Loyalton to ourselves. Portola was a tough one and is where the photos are from. We ended up in Quincy where the sign to the entrance of the parks read, “No Bikes.” and “No Scooters” and how sweet that was. Plenty of brews, beautiful scenery, and slight heat stroke. Left early and was home for in time for Breaking Bad. Hit the road. -ERL
Skateboarding was born in the streets. That is where it became popular and that’s where it became a nuisance. The popularity and general laziness of hanging out at a skatepark all day is baffling. Say skatepark and I picture helmets, scooters, skate dads, bikes, and too many rules. You say new street spot and I envision endless possibilities. I’ll take a junk ramp over any prebuilt cement nonsense. Toby Riley, Justin Hackle, Tyler DeWitt, and Dane Haman avoid the road entirely and take the alley. -ERL
Curb Life, Lifer, Parking Lot Lurker. Red curb missions are the best mostly due to the fact of their quantities. Still, quality reigns supreme and once you find a spot it’s a keeper. There’s something communal about meeting at a spot not meant for skateboarding and making it your own. Cement vs aluminum in a battle to the axel. Get yours! -ERL
There’s always been a certain mentality you require to stick with skateboarding. Just like everything else, it’s easy to start. Buy or borrow a board and figure out the basics, pushing, balance, and how to turn. Once you get the basics it’s time to learn the tricks, small ones at first because it’s all new still. Back in the day was great, often times you “made up a trick” and gave it some odd 80’s name. The purity of not knowing what had and had not been done yet was golden. They say “It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt” and that saying applies so much to skateboarding. One day it happens, you finally slam violently on cement and get hurt.
Getting broke off proper while skating changes the course of a lot of skaters. People figure out that skating is not easy, slamming can wreck you for months, and parents aren’t too thrilled about ER visits. There is so much dedication and mental warfare to overcome while trying to land a trick you got hurt trying previously. Sometimes you reach a mental barrier you can no longer cross. I broke my ankle during a trip to San Francisco that got in my head and stayed there, I was scared. That fear stuck with me ever since, although I still continue to break and tear parts of my body skating. If you truly Love something eventually it’s going to hurt you and if you really do love it, you can’t quit.
This is Mitch Haight ollieing a gap that no one knew was a gap until he did it. He might have been scared to try it but, Mitch has that mentality that allows him to overcome fear and doubt. It’s that drive that has him ripping Reno apart. Is the risk worth the reward? It is by all means to us, it’s everything. – ERL