Well, the SoCal heat brought out a meeting of the old crew. Ben and Rob called me randomly with news of a new mini-ramp find. After a short trip cross town, along with a brief stop to pick up Ben’s dry cleaning, we ended up at Fountain by Gower. Turns out a school there has a lil’ four footer built out back for some reason. Unfortunatly we didn’t get to skate it since it was locked down tight with chains. And not just any chains, but straight up heavy guage, hold down a battleship anchor chain. So, we decided to cut our losses and head over to Burbank for a Friday night session and wouldn’t you know it, ole Mikey was already there strappin’ on his pads. So the old man crew rolled in to scared looks from a dozen youngins. It was a good session with Mike throwin’ down his signature airs, buttery lip tricks and foot plants, I threw down some hard frontside 5-0s to tail, laybacks every which way but loose, disasters, back boards and what have you, and Ben and Rob took to carvin’ and rockin’ the shit outta every inch of tranny. Good times with a hell of a lot of sweat. Session finished with an old man vs. youngin Bert slide-off. I knocked out the 540 and frontside, Mike went hands free across the bank and Ben barked it up 180, 360 and back again like the tick tock clock of skate maneuvering he is. Good session, good times, mad respect from the chillins. Hopefully the old crew will meet up again soon. I skipped today since it hit 108 in Burbank. Ugh. Winter anyone?
