"The CONCRETINS - We Skate We Rule"

Saturday Morn in Louisville.

It was another beautiful weekend in Louisville. Skated the park for a few hours Saturday morning and then hit Radley's for a killer night session with a bunch of rippers at his newly resurfaced ramp AND another awesome session at the park Sunday morning. Only got some shots of the Saturday morning session:

Skidz hip hop into the pipe

Skidz gettin up

I started to get some lil fs grabs into the pipe

Adam just getting better and better

Joe with a high speed double trucker

This could be fun

Apparently there is a new Tony Hawk game where you actually get to stand on a skateboard...well, kind of.

Here is another good one:

Travio

Buena Vista is Dead?

Well, probably by now. It's likely been blown out and disrespected to the point the property owner has loaded up the stoke filled hole with dirt once again. At least it hasn't been jackhammered like so many legendary pools. It has the potential to be resurrected again. And whenever that lotto retirement plan comes through, I suspect my west coast abode will be near Santa Cruz. We even met the man behind the art, Jimbo Phillips. (If you don't know the Phillips family connection to skating, well, then I thank you for your pedestrian patronage! Now go google 'em.)

Here's a just a sample of the sessions I witnessed. First up is Kooks and some Locals.

Here's the Wankers on Holiday version (intro sequence is the same). These guys were hilarious. We met them at Lake Cunningham, and skated with them at Santa Cruz too. I hope to skate with them in England some day.

Hey, I was ready after all!

Upon arrival in SanJose California, I notice the luggage carousel is a bag light. Fantastic. At least it wasn't my skate gear, but a semi-camping trip without a sleeping bag, no towel, and no fresh underwear or socks, wasn't exactly going to be comfortable. The KOA staff took pity on me and loaned me a sleeping bag and a pillow and I borrowed some fresh socks for day two. Thanks Mike. Eventually it all worked out - with me doing the airlines job for them - I REALLY hate lame customer service people. FK YOU SanJose SWA Baggage Claim crew! YOU SUCK! (I'm not bitter.)

But lets get on with the skating and the stoke.

This was by far the greatest all skate weekend I have ever experienced. (OBX is a very close second, like Phelps/Cavic close.) I didn't learn as much philosophically this trip as I did in Phoenix last year. But I feel I have earned an honorary PhD in skatetrip theory. I learned so many more practical things this trip.

I learned:

Don't put all your socks and underwear in one checked bag. And don't believe what anyone in baggage claim service tells you.

Don't give Zach your camera. (Gabba Gabba Hey)

Don't flip off some random dude on the street who gave your hippy homeless emo ass a beer, because he'll chase you down and take it back.

You can take your own beer into a pizzaria in downtown Santa Cruz.

If you have the chance to hit a classic skatespot, DO IT! It'll be more fun than you ever imagined.

It feels kinda cool to session with a legendary graphic artist in a pool he painted. He was smiling the whole time, even though he knows his work will soon be buried.

Lil' Tony is not the only "action figure" traveling the world with skaters. Though his name is a bit less abrasive than "Barry Woodcock."

People from England talk funny, and have a great sense of humor. And they can skeet like melon farmers.

Taco Trucks do exist.

There are Kooks who believe it is important to hang with friends. Even if that means driving for 15 hours only to sit around and watch because they're still limpin' on a healing broken leg.

If you're going to sleep in a skatepark, take ear plugs.

An effective method to dislocate your shoulder is to bail from 15 feet up in a 22 foot full pipe.

If you puke your Taco Truck dinner just right, the spatter will form a face.

Skidzilla will hang his bare ass over your head if you fall asleep at the skatepark, especially if a camera is present.

Skate pros are Dads too.

Going frontside over 16' up, 6' of which is pure vert, is some serious frkn gnar to witness.

Don't judge a park by pictures. Don't attempt to determine how/where you will skate the park by said pictures. Just wait 'til you get there, because I'll bet you're completely wrong.

The SkullBowl is gnarballs!

Surprise! I can grind on pool coping.

Watching your friends skate is often more fun than skating.

For Scorpios, letting go and letting others handle certain aspects of your travel is very difficult, but totally worth it.

If you're a dancin' banana, do not believe your googly eyes, big smile and sunny disposition will save you from becoming breakfast.

GPS saves!

For every hour of video footage you shoot, realize you're looking at least 3 hours of post. (Again, totally worth it.)

And on the flight home I learned that if your sinuses are messed up, when on final approach, your head won't actually explode, and you won't pass out from the internal pressure, no matter how bad you wish you would. (Worst flights EVER. OMG.)

And finally, there is nothing more precious than the sound of your child yelling Dattee when they see you for the first time in 3 days.

Bonus lesson: When you think they aren't paying attention, you're wrong. TheBoy was staring into my eyes with a content smile. I knew what was happening. I said calmly, "Stop stealing my soul." He replied without hesitation. "No."

It's good to be home.

Kook "Chef" shot this vid at Buena Vista. Rough as hell, at least a foot and half of vert, no coping, and an absolute blast. This pool has been buried and dug out at least 3 times. The stars aligned and it was dug out 2 weeks prior to our trip. Rumor has it, it's not filled in yet.

For nostalgia and reference, here's Cab skating it "back in the day." Wait, clarification: Here's Cab KILLING it.