skate park

Today I planned to skate at Berkeley with Casey and Brian for an early session…well, the cobalt is back, and it was on lock-down…so we went to Oakland Museum. We had no idea where it actually was, and we stumbled on it quite by accident at 10AM. The slight problem was that it opened at noon. So we had two hours to kill, luckily we were right next to Laney College (I hadn’t heard of it either) and we skated their cement quad with benches etc…we had fun there till the sheriff drove by and we went on a quest through China-town to find an Internet Cafe…no luck, though we stumbled upon the sweetest thing ever, a swap meet…

First stop was the snow cone vendor…and then Brian and I got some cameras, for 10 bucks each!!! I got a medium format Foldex/20 and also a Konica auto S2.

Then we went to the show, and searched out the Almeda park after (in a NAVY base of all places). It’s the first park I’ve ever been to where bikes and boards share…I was told by a biker *who was like 40* that because we’re not in Berkeley or the City, people aren’t mean ’cause no one has to show off…

We had a scare, Casey slammed his head and he was allright *(thank goodness)* and from that point on, kept his lid on.

I had a few nice carves and did a tail-stall, other than that, it was warm and sunny…like *real* California.

(this is the 7th consecutive day of sun…the most I’ve ever witnessed in SF, I’ve worn shorts for a whole week!)

Yesterday Casey and Brian and I went up to Novato, I brought the new clunker, a 8.5 in piece of maple with 57mm spitfires and a pare of 180 Randall II’s It’s fast as all get out in the bowl, and and we just had an amazing time.

Casey just wore one elbow pad to protect his “second elbow” and dispite Brian’s Knee pads, he couldn’t come unstuck from his 7 dollar griptape, and twisted his knee, which swelled up like crazy.

After a fun day, we went to eat on Van Ness, and just ate like champs.

Today Kev, and one of the guys I met at the pier, who goes to school at the Art Institute, Colin went back to the HS and skated ledges. While we were there we bumped into this guy in my painting class named Donald, so again, the worlds of Art and Skating collide. Coincidence, I think not. On the way back I bombed McAllester, there were hardly any cars, and it’s got lots of stop signs on the side streets, so you can tear down it.

Casey and Brian and I all piled into “God Bless John Wayne” and rode up to Novato, I got so into talking about computers that Casey and I didn’t see the exit and we were in the middle of the sticks before we caught that one…blame Brian…

Anyway once we got there, it was pretty empty, and we just hit the half pipe for a while. Casey really digs his new stick, and it shows he was ripping some pretty pop out rock to fakies and some major grindage, but all of us are still working on pumping the bowl.

*break for Jack in the Box*

After we got back the bowl opened up a bit and C and I were trying to get around at a little higher speed, with minimal success…guess we’ll have to head back this weekend.

We came back pretty wrecked; tired, and busted, hippers on both sides and a new elbow for C, and a slam on the sore right knee for me *from over committing on a 50-50 drop in* and a busted left hip from trying to pump-it a bit too hard.

Crocker Amazon with Kev tomorrow.