Bomb Ass Summer Volume 2

At last. After 3 years of half assed filming and skating, I present Bomb Ass Summer Volume 2. Fule.

November 14, 2009

We had the full line up today. It was like Christmas day as Trey handed out new boards to Sam and I. Mike on the other hand...he got the short end of the stick. I've said it before, Mike has had more set-ups than anyone else I've ever met. He's gotta be the only skater who shows up to skate without a skateboard. Today wasn't like a spontaneous sesh either. He'd known we were going to go skate all week and some how still managed to forget his skateboard. Or, he just likes to torture the rest of us by making us scramble to throw together a BAS community board. It was like we were extras on a Macgyver episode hooking him up with random shit we had it our pockets to make some crazy contraption to get us all out of some unnecessary predicament. Trey has a board, wheels, bushings and bearings but no trucks. I have hangers and baseplates (minus a kingpin) but no bushings. Sam has a baseplate with a kingpin but no hangers. Miraculously we managed to pull it off though and it was all worth it, sort of.
In non-Mike related news, T Little broke his board on what would've been an epic double flip over a bump to gap. Despite multiple sticks, the roll away slipped through his grasp and left him dirty and in a state of self pity. Luckily he got a single flip kick so at least he has that to show for himself. Next time fool!
P.S. We got some footy but it was horrible, even by blog footy standards.

October 31st, 2009

Yo! We started out a bit off schedule. T-Little's mum's F-250's radiator decided not to function at its full potential this morning, so he had to help her out I bit. I recommended she get a better car. So he showed up to Bell a bit late. Sam and I were skating for about an hour before he showed up. I was trying to learn backlips to hurricane or sugarcane or whatver that shit is called. It's a work in progress. Today's outcome was definetely not desirable, but it's a step in the right direction. We then went to Horace Mann. Trey was supoooosed to land a half cab nose body varial to bside tail. He was getting super close, and I know if he saw the footy, he'd wanna kick himself for not seeing it through. It was looking pretty tight and he landed on his shit a few times. It was in his clutches, but slipped away, as many things do in life. I did a few fake back nose shuvs and got a few angles to prove it. Sam had a close call with death. He was trying to do a fakie back tail or front nose, I don't really know what it's technically called, but Clyde Singleton put that trick on the map when he did it down Hubba. So he tried that shit and it slipped out on him and he came down on his board, which rolled out from underneath him and as he was falling face down, he caught his arm on the ledge causing his back to arch beyond it's normal scope. I thought he broke his arm and Trey thought he heard a crack. Sam lay there in pain, sort of coughling like he was gonna puke. His face was all red and he was swearing in agony. I thought "this is it, he's really done it now." but a few minutes later we were laughing about it. So he was benched for the rest of the day and he was able to skate away a little sore. We then rolled out to Ikea for some delicous food from their dollar menu. Sam was feining for a slice of their greasy ass pizza all day. It was tight.

Saturday, October 17th, 2009 - Bittersweet

Today was bittersweet for most of us. Let me start from the beginning. Today was the first time in many months that our whole crew was assembled into one functioning unit. We was rollin' hella deep in my wife's black bug (flowers included). We were sooo tight in that shit, both literally and figuratively. We were packed in like sardines and ready to stomp one of Oside's best parks. I forgot the park's name, but it starts with an M. Ask Chad Bartie cause he was all up in that shit. I know what you is thinking, but he was not the star of the show. Back from his long hiatus from the BAS crew, Mr. Trey himself was in attendance. Let me tell you what, all of his skating he's put in over the summer has really paid off. Much to Mike's dismay (cause Trey told Mike he looked like he's been packing more heat than usual), I rewarded T-Little with the our most prestigious MVP award today. Everyone put in some good work, but I think, and I think everyone in attendance would agree, T-Little pulled ahead of the crew. Let me recap how we all fared: I did a nollie backside heel on the hip, a long front nose grind 1 eights on a bump to ledge, a front tail on the bank to ledge, and a steezy backlip to roll-in on the ledge to slant. Mike hit a frontside flip and a switch flip on the hip, and a 50/50 on the long rail. Sam pulled a monster trey flip on the hip, a board down the big fat rail, a board to fakes on the long rail, and probably a bunch of other stuff that I didn't see. Finally, Trey handled a feeble and 50/50 on the long rail, some tailsliides on the little bank, a b side nose grind on the ledge to slant, a frontside bigspin, nollie inward heel, and frontside flip (I think) on the hip. But what really sealed the deal, was his trey flip to noselide on the little bump to ledge. I'm the only one who actually witness the anomaly, and it was sick! From there we went to 7-11 where Trey was hit with some terrible news; homie's car got fucking towed the shit out of my complex. He was hella bummed and so was I (probably not to the same extent) but none the less, I felt really guilty and offered my boy a slurp. It was the least I could of done ( I will get you back someday fool). From there we went to a tranny park that was pretty wack except for a game of skate we played. It was a close game, but once again, MVP boy served us some fresh new tricks. Sam was defeated with a buttery bigspin flip while Mike coached him to do a kick (which was a nail in my coffin) on every turn. Speaking of which, Mr. Mike bruised his heel. Big surprise. Homie has had a slew of unfortunate luck when it comes to his dumb ass feet on a skateboard. Gotta train harder fool!



Then I spotted some stairs and persuaded Trey he could kick the fuck out of them. He came pretty close and threw his body down the 9 multiple times to only walk away with a hesher roll away and a broken board along with bruised heels. I could see in his eyes he'd had enough. He was a big enough trooper to stick it out a it longer and film Sam and I try to skate some blue wooden benches that went a cross a grass gap. I almost got a backside fiver, but my speed was diminished by the end of the ledge. From there, we had to go face the music and drive home to retrieve Trey's impounded whip. We were supposed to stop by Guitar Center to get Sam, aka Chris Carraba, a new guitar. I was burnt out and had to be home for dinner so I opted out of that detour. When we arrived at the fucking lame-ass Paxton Towing shithole, things unfolded for the worse. While Trey was waiting for his paper work to be processed, he notices a little green Tacoma lurking in the impound lot. Turns out that was Sam's. So Sam had to fork over his guitar money to get his shit out. Once again, I felt shitty (probably not to the same extent though. I will get you back somehow, someday for that homie). So like I said, today was bitter sweet. Sweet in regards to our crew being back together and having fun and landing tricks, but bitter cause there were some injuries and a lot of money lost.

Sunday October 4, 2009

This day was a pretty good skate day. We only hit up two spots, but managed to skate from 11 to 3:30. That’s pretty excessive for me. Sam did the most skating during the first half of the day. He was blasting some wallrides and some kicks off a loading dock over a rail. I was trying to get the perfect pic of a mid flip, but my trigger finger was either too quick or too slow. I managed to squeeze out two good ones, even though he probably rolled away from 5 or six of ‘em. There is also this cool little tranny with a rail on top that we skated. It’s actually harder to skate than it looks. Sam came close to a feeble and I did a little baby tailslide on it, I felt like Guy Mariano in his first run in Mouse minus the speed and the huge fence.





We then moved on to my favorite spot, the H Street spot, which was shut down over the summer, but is fully skateable again. Thank God! I did a little two trick run at the bars and a fakie shuv to manny into a little wedge ramp we set up inspired by Bobby Puleo’s part in Static 2. I’m all about dropping references in this blog. I had fun though. Maybe our crew will be solid again in the up coming weeks and we can get some serious work done, all for fun or course.

September 12, 2009

I don't have much to say about this day. I actually landed a couple of things, which is out of the ordinary. Hopefully, I will get a little boost of momentum from them. Maybe it's cause I hooked up an Expedition board. I seem to come through more when I'm riding one. Till next time homies.

September 06, 2009

Hot hot hot. So fucking hot these days. I had huuuuuuge expectations for today...which of course fell flat. What's new right? Well, I had a revelation today. I realized that I am not that good of a skateboarder by today's standards. I used to not really think about it too much and just did whatever I felt like and that was that. However, lately my days have been filled with keeping up on current events and watching videos from the up-and-coming youths, which is really putting a damper on my self esteem and forcing me to face reality – big shuvs are out of the question, big spin shuvs are plausible, and shuvs are do-able. Enough of my self loathing and degradation, I will get back to it.



Today we started out downtown. We went to go hit up a wallride at a dilapidated building, only to find that shit had been leveled. Great. Strike one. Then we went to this green box spot where I dreamed of doing a back tail big spin out. Ha! I could barely get on the fucking tail, and that stressed me out quite a bit, which doesn't take much these days. Luckily Sam came through with a switch crook to regs. I snapped a pic, but no footy fool.



Then we hit up a ledge spot in Linda Vista. It woulda been fun, but it was blazing and I had a headache. Sam smithed the fuck out of the high ledge though. That was pretty much it.



So then we headed up to Garfield Elementary where I summoned my board to meet up with my feet after a fakie shuv so that we could go into a manny. That shit showed up but took off immediately and forced my ass into a bit of a fall that severely bruised my ego and my shin. I didn't want to give up on the spot so I started trying a fake backtail big spin. I failed at that and ended up just doing a shuv out. Whatevs.




I dropped Sam off at his whip and he was gracious enough to follow me to the ledge behind Vons where I miraculously landed a backside to fakie pivot grind and nose grind. Well, not really the nose grind but the pic looks sic and will take up space on the page to make it look like I am tighter then I really am. That's it.