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Sunshine Down On Me Today, Remember Me Tomorrow.

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 IMG_8870 IMG_8874 IMG_8877 IMG_8879 IMG_8881 IMG_8888 IMG_8889 IMG_8893 IMG_8898 IMG_8899 IMG_8901 IMG_8903 IMG_8907 IMG_8909 IMG_8912 IMG_8914 IMG_8916 IMG_8921 IMG_8927 IMG_8932 IMG_8934 IMG_8935 IMG_8937 IMG_8940 IMG_8941 IMG_8943 IMG_8945 IMG_8946 IMG_8948 IMG_8951 IMG_8953 IMG_8962 IMG_8964 IMG_8965 IMG_8969 IMG_8970 IMG_8971 IMG_8981 IMG_8984 IMG_8985 IMG_8989 IMG_8991 IMG_8992 IMG_8993 IMG_8995 IMG_8999 IMG_9005 IMG_9008 IMG_8930

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Shred Sunday Hoth

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

You get what you're given. Them's the breaks.

You get what you’re given. Them’s the breaks.

Tyler takes the long ollie into the dry zone.

Tyler takes the long ollie into the dry zone.

Dane made use of a make shift block.

Dane made use of a make shift block.

Cut through a dry spot, over the snow, grind it, and pop out over more snow. The good life.

Cut through a dry spot, over the snow, grind it, and pop out over more snow. The good life.

Seek shelter and attack. Tyler catching a beauty of a kick flip.

Seek shelter and attack. Tyler catching a beauty of a kick flip.

Mother Nature blessed us with some rays of hope.

Mother Nature blessed us with some rays of hope.

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Mitch skates vert.

Tyler got his as well.

Tyler got his as well.

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Street Stylin’

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

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Double Trouble

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Dane get smithy and exits out 180.

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5-0 Fakies are hard, 5-0 Fakies in front of the peanut gallery are just mean.

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Freebird

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Toby Riley caught in the bricks.

Burning Metal Parking Lot

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

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Tyler DeWitt FS Krooked Grind. Photo by ERL.

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Dane Haman FS Hurricane. Photo by ERL.

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Scott La Rock FS Slappie. Photo by Dane Haman.

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ERL FS Hurricane. Photo by Dane Haman.

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Tyler DeWitt FS Krooks out of the shadows. Photo by ERL.

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Dane Haman FS Hurricane. Peep that back foot. Photo by ERL.

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ERL Feeble Grind. Photo by Dane Haman.

Frank Silveira FS Slappy. Photo by Dane Haman.

Tyler DeWitt Feeble Grind. Photo by Dane Haman.

Tyler DeWitt Feeble Grind. Photo by Dane Haman.

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Scott La Rock FS Slappy. Photo by Dane Haman

Two Men Enter One Man Wins

Against all common sense, Classic Skate Shop decided to have another skate comp in the month of December. There’s an unwritten rule that states skateboard events take place in the warmer months. Tours, demos, and contests are preferred in warmer weather by the folks putting on the events, not necessarily the actual skaters. We went out of our way to break that rule with contests in October, November, and pushing it close in December. The day of the TerrorDome contest was cold and windy, a lot of both for most the day.

I’ve never liked being told what to do in any capacity. I hate the fact I even have to stop at red lights. Laws and Rules never made much sense to me. I believe that common sense and proper values should prevail over something enforced. Right is right and if you’re in the wrong, there’s a price to pay. That being said, why not do skate contests anytime of year? Skateboarding is not seasonal bro.

For this second contest out at the Fallon Skate Park, we had a big solid group of friends make the trek from Reno to get their race on. We paired the local crew with the Reno crew to mix it up and get some fire burning. It was very competitive in a way skating should be. Everyone was smiling, hauling ass, slamming, and grabbing shirts for pole position. There are no rules in a TerrorDome contest so anything goes was the idea once you started.

In any contest there’s first place but, in this case everyone won. Getting a big posse of skaters together for a contest in December is what skating is all about. It’s communal and great for the scene. By the middle of the day the sun was shining bright on us all. The TerrorDome 2 contest ended 2012 the best way possible, skating with friends. Next year is going to be one for the books, we’re going to keep it going fellas. Thanks to Dane Haman for the photos. -ERL

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Marcus Alford backlip.

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Jossue Molina and Bailey Knight.

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Peyton Wilson in the speed trap.

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Joshua Lamon booze cruisin’ with Scott La Rock.

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Marcus Alford in the tube.

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Austin Michael Rau and Robert Conniff charging it.

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Austin and Robert round two.

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Jossue and Bryant.

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Ryan Wisniewski and Frank Silveira working it out.

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Tyler swerving around Marcus, slams were had at TerrorDome.

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Jossue in the zone.

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And we’re off!

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Mitch Haight and Tyler DeWitt had to go twice, close races.

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TerrorDome! No prisoners.

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Nothing but fun and a little blood.

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Hector getting some.

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There was some great Reno vs Fallon races, all in fun. No jock shit.

Seek Shelter

This past Sunday was a good one. Flood warnings brought back memories of the flood we had in 97. I was hoping for a little carnage but, Mother Nature spared Reno of a good Juggalo bathing. Maybe next time? I had talked to the crew about a Shred Sunday back up plan to keep the tradition uninterrupted. It hadn’t rained that hard in years so I new we had to seek shelter.

Woodward was a topic off and on. I agreed with most of the older crew that a parking garage session was in order. Slowly one by one, everyone trickled into the shop to figure out where it was to be. The big topic on Facebook was that it was too wet to skate. Countless posts from people making excuses not to get out and roll. It reminded me of all the older guys who found it so easy to quit skating in the late 90s/early 2000s. There is always a place to go skate regardless of wind, rain, snow, or heat. It is what you make it and it’s a lot easier to choose not to skate at all. Fuck that.

We watched the new Girl/Chocolate video and proceeded to hit up the parking garage by UNR. It was obvious 20 minutes into the sesh that the video had the crew sparked up. Everyone motivated each other and it was a solid day. We missed linking up with another group shredding IRS. Regardless, a damp, dusty, and poorly lit parking garage might as well have been Woodward. No charge, no helmets, and nothing but dudes tearing it up. With all the talk about DIY spots, I find we are surrounded by them all throughout Reno. Find a spot and make it your own by skating it. Either that or keep complaining online about how your scene sucks. It is what you make it, just like everything in life. Don’t talk about it, be about it. -ERL

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Scott La Rock Fakie Nosegrind.

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Scott La Rock Brew Nollie Lip.

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Frank Silveira Five O.

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Scaught Bate Hurricane.

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Mitch Haight Bluntside.

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Boardslider.

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Muggin.

 

Pile in & pile out with miles to go.

The thought was to grab as many homies as I could and rent a van to hit up a road trip. Drive from Reno straight to Elko Nevada, find their skate park, tear it up, and start the trek to the next spot. Quickly the rental van idea was squashed and we took the Road Master which holds 8 people legally, seriously road trip equipped. After realizing there would be no room for any gear, we lost two people. 6 people were still signed on and the road called. 600 miles, 6 dudes, 4 skate parks, and only the lack of daylight as our nemesis.

We met at Classic around 6 am and started loading the wagon up. By 6:20 we were off and running with a full car and a lot of heads crashed out. Tyler DeWitt, Ryan Wisniewski, Dean Christopher, Joe Dubon was the guest photographer, and myself were on the way to Fallon to pick up the last of our crew Britt Del Carlo. We picked a Saturday that had arguably the worst wind ever in the history of mankind which we battled through the whole trip. Bring on the dust storms and allergies. On any given day it would have been worth complaining about but, not on a day like this. Man up and make the most out of this trek. 

Elko was the first stop and we quickly found out that when you said you weren’t from there it didn’t matter. “We are trying to find the skate park , we just drove in from out of town.” was met with “do you know where the High School is?” or “Do you know where the flag pole is?” several times. Eventually we had solid directions and off we went. The park was real limited on anything fun to skate. It was mostly a flat area with a mini hubba, odd pyramid, fish pond style bowl/snake run, and a 1/2 volcano style hip thing. Tyler and Dean went to work on the rail down the stairs. Snakeboards, razor scooters, bikes, and runaway toddlers were bigger obstacles than the actual park. It was fun purely on the crew we brought and right before we bounced the locals rolled in. When we asked if Carlin had a skatepark the response was, “yeah but it’s poo.” and he couldn’t have been more wrong. Carlin was rad. The actual layout was not so great, it was the other props that made it fun. A steep slick metal spine ramp, a metal bank ramp, and flat rails were the ticket. Everyone seemed to get a rad vibe from Carlin. Britt rolled his ankle a bit and Dean ran with the make it or brake it plan.  That spine ramp got worked. I wanted to “borrow” it and bring it to Reno, it was a good one. Tyler killed the whole park then it was time to pack it up and move along. Again, no one showed up until we were ready to move on to Battle Mountain.

Battle Mountain was a distant cousin to the Panther Valley park with all prefabbed black ramps on a larger scale. There was so much dust on them the slide out factor was turned up to 11. The bottoms of all the ramps were chipped enough to get hung up on but, no one did thankfully. The wind was probably the worst here being that it was located in a dirt/gravel field the dust was rough. Ryan concurred the gap between the 1/4 pipes while Tyler and Dean got it going on a kicker to a table. The ramps were fast and poorly maintained although they were set up nice with good flow. We had a string of good luck going as we had another park all to ourselves. A family showed up as we were loading the car. The sun was falling fast so after a slight transportation problem we headed out to Winnemucca.

Winnemucca’s park was actually pretty rad in a weird NV park kind of way. By the time we got there we were a little road weary. Britt, Dean, and Tyler stepped up and killed it. There is a decent size bowl there that has huge transitions, a real nightmare to keep your speed. I was beat and it was well past sunset, it was time to roll out. Between hearing multiple times “you know what turtles like?” disparaging remarks about Henry Rollins and Willie Nelson, and real bad gas the trip was almost over as we dropped off Britt safely back in Fallon. Reno was an hour away and the next trip was already in the works. Another rad trip amoungst friends to the far ends of Nevada strictly to skate new spots. That’s the goods right there. The next trip will be the parks in Fallon, Fernley, Silver Springs, both spots in Yerington, Gardnerville, and Carson City. Let’s get a convoy going! The road waits for no one. – ERL