Yea sucka! went on a Def solo mission this evening. Bajeebas cruisin at Charm City as has been my habit for the past several Tuesdays. Hadn't ridden there in about a year and a half then peeped their new bowl on YouTube and knew the s#!t was on. The coping on that bowl takes a little getting used to because it is raised up way high. It's like two inches above flat on top. Plus it is a smidgeon chewy from the bikers and their friggin pegs, but hey, not to fear, rippin in full gear.
I must admit that I am impressed with the park. It used to seem in a continual state of dissarray. Some ramp was always coming up or goin down, but now it is all pretty solid. Truly a skate wonderland. Good work Jason! Today everyone must've gone outside because there were several moments where I was the only one riding which has never been the case, especially in the evening. So it was good to get my skate on in true Bajeebas fashion. Because my ankles have been taking a beating the past few weeks I stuck to more zen approach. Just riding and not feeling the urge to put any tweeked out maneuvers. Carving the bowl, workin on the simple feeling of locking in to the coping on basic axl stalls.
Today was a good one for the mind. In the peace and quiet of a desolate park I was able to contemplate the subtleties of skateing. I analyzed the ankle to knee to hip relationship. How these sections of your legs work together in different fashions for different trisks. It was also my goal to explore riding balanced. That is using both legs equally. That being said I rode switch alot. Not anything too fancy. Kickturns on the tranny, switch rockers, and floating the pyramids backwards. Very good for the mind. Also nice way to undo certain developed patterns. I think in a lot of way one can get stuck doing what their good at without exploring other means that would improve their overall game.
A bit of comedy. I figured I had the park all to myself. Little did I know that some mommy had brought several kids who decided to play tag/hide and seek in the park. which, is a very good idea. If I were that age that place would be perfect for a game as such. But anyway I was coasting past and hadto bail when they darted out from behind a wall chasing and screaming your it! Well they were both almost lunch meat. This avoidance of the kids was better than some backflips I have taken to avoid clobbering some snot nose in the flat not paying attention. I am so sacrificial sometimes. I should wipe em out! No, I should school their parents on teaching them proper skate park ettiquite. whatever, one time, many years ago, I layed this kid out flat. His father was standing right there and thought we wuz gonna have some words but he saw the whole thing and knew that his kid wasn't paying attention. That was cool, I hope I didn't give em a concussion. anyway, keep skatin y'all! I'll see you in the pool!
-Defstick
Bajeebas
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Roll to Reisterstown
A truly rippin day!
This is Bajeebas bringin you the fresh scoop on what the Defstick team is up to.
I first got my vittles on this morning took a huge crap and intended on just workin on some flat land behind the CVS. I dodged a few cars attempting to pick up prescriptions from the window and manualed about and attempted a few tre-flips. I soon realized that Everett was probably not coming for one reason or another. He probably thought to meet at his house. Anyway I had to bust up his video game session in order to commense rippitude. We gathered up the gear and with his ass hangin out the back of his jeans we prepared for Reisterstown.
Reisterstown has a nice little ramp farm out behind Hanna Moore. It's like a school for retards or something. Anyway the prize of that park(in my mind) is the miniramp. Although I like em a little bigger this one has nice tranny, mellow coping, and a sweet spine that leads into the street course. The Defstick team was a little distracted today, though. Tim was takin some youngin to prom. Awwww! I hope he doesn't get arrested! Lunchbox was off, God knows where, doin Satan knows what. But Ev and I still made the trip and I got the sundurn and bruises to prove it.
The locals were quickly impressed with Everett's talent and jaws dropped as he yanked some nice blunt to airwalk fakies! Booyaka! Huge boneless on the quarter pipe. Like five feet above the coping! I was feeling mellow and only putting on a show here and there. Laying down my nice surf style with some sick berts on the half pipe, smiths, and backside 5-0 to tail slide about a mile long. yea a full mile! As I was in the middle of the trick the ramp somehow morphed as the infinite vortex opened up.
The sun was beating down pretty crucial so Def require some shade. mellowing out Ev begins a quest for a cigarrete. He is quickly challenged to do a trick in exchange for a cigarrete. 360 boneless down a five set for a jack? Deal! Got it on the thired try. Soon enough Everett was smokin and jokin with the locals while I commensed to terrorize the park. When Everett got done his pollution solution he laid waste to half pipe. crankin out some huge kickflip to fakie! Cleanest I ever seen! launchin some fakie ollies which were quite floaty indeed. And sealing the deal with a feeble on the spine.
Even though the crew was trunkated today Defstick was still in full effect! Oh yea mother f@#kers! We'll be back! And we'll take no prisoners!
Def out!
Bajeebas
This is Bajeebas bringin you the fresh scoop on what the Defstick team is up to.
I first got my vittles on this morning took a huge crap and intended on just workin on some flat land behind the CVS. I dodged a few cars attempting to pick up prescriptions from the window and manualed about and attempted a few tre-flips. I soon realized that Everett was probably not coming for one reason or another. He probably thought to meet at his house. Anyway I had to bust up his video game session in order to commense rippitude. We gathered up the gear and with his ass hangin out the back of his jeans we prepared for Reisterstown.
Reisterstown has a nice little ramp farm out behind Hanna Moore. It's like a school for retards or something. Anyway the prize of that park(in my mind) is the miniramp. Although I like em a little bigger this one has nice tranny, mellow coping, and a sweet spine that leads into the street course. The Defstick team was a little distracted today, though. Tim was takin some youngin to prom. Awwww! I hope he doesn't get arrested! Lunchbox was off, God knows where, doin Satan knows what. But Ev and I still made the trip and I got the sundurn and bruises to prove it.
The locals were quickly impressed with Everett's talent and jaws dropped as he yanked some nice blunt to airwalk fakies! Booyaka! Huge boneless on the quarter pipe. Like five feet above the coping! I was feeling mellow and only putting on a show here and there. Laying down my nice surf style with some sick berts on the half pipe, smiths, and backside 5-0 to tail slide about a mile long. yea a full mile! As I was in the middle of the trick the ramp somehow morphed as the infinite vortex opened up.
The sun was beating down pretty crucial so Def require some shade. mellowing out Ev begins a quest for a cigarrete. He is quickly challenged to do a trick in exchange for a cigarrete. 360 boneless down a five set for a jack? Deal! Got it on the thired try. Soon enough Everett was smokin and jokin with the locals while I commensed to terrorize the park. When Everett got done his pollution solution he laid waste to half pipe. crankin out some huge kickflip to fakie! Cleanest I ever seen! launchin some fakie ollies which were quite floaty indeed. And sealing the deal with a feeble on the spine.
Even though the crew was trunkated today Defstick was still in full effect! Oh yea mother f@#kers! We'll be back! And we'll take no prisoners!
Def out!
Bajeebas
Friday, April 24, 2009
Ripping Carroll & Bowie
The day started out with promise in the air. Not a hint of rain and I was up at the crack of dawn to prepare for our epic adventure. Of course when I called 'the crew' at a quarter to elleven, Tim, the eldest, answers the phone and says he must awake the chilluns. I hear a muffled, "get the f&%k up, Charlie's on the phone!" followed by, "Oh s#@t! gotta go skate!" And a half hour later we were rolling to our first destination, Carroll Park, in good ole pig town, south Baltimore.
With Slipknot in our ears we're piled in the Scion Xb, We got there early which was good to have the park all to ourselves for a moment. To ourselves meaning no other skaters, bikers, etc... Still had to dodge the occasional vagrant an/or crackhead. Lines were goin nice considering I hadn't rolled carroll in months. I was able to pick out the one good 'line' that park has to offer despite a mudpuddle at the bottom of the drop where I carve the foot wide section of quater pipe that looms over a narrow pyramid. There would be more flow to the parks had they not installed so many quirky features. That is what makes the park simultaneously rad and suck. It is rad because you have to be creative and it sucks because nothing seems to come naturally there, except the spine, for me.
So the boys were goin off! Everett, of course, was boosting big airs over anything and everything that stood in his way. Lunchbox started off gentle and wound up stealing the show at the end of the day. Tim was jamming to his ipod, smoking cigarrettes, poppin some bigspins, and muttering to himself about a potential deal with Circa shoes. It was cool when the locals showed up. First was a biker whom Ev immediately befriended. Dude was floating some nice s*%t for shure. What is cool about that is the lack of animosity. No haters in this crew. Everyone's just rollin and havin a good time. All the locals were stoked to see us rippin. Everett managed to pull a 360 melon over an oil drum out of the quarter pipe. As I said previously Lunchbox stole the show, getting his money's worth, landing a tricky boardslide up a slanted ledge next to a steep bank, as well as getting the highest ollies of the day. I had my fun on the spine, lockin in some grinds, boardslide, smith, floaty, switch, pivot, etc... With one gnarly slam as I hung let my hip taste some concrete. It ain't no mini-ramp. That f%$ker is solid. We left before Tim tried anything big on the ten set, which might have required a medic.
We jet back to Lansdowne, where Everett has to get his Zoloft prescription filled. Meanwhile Rob, Tim, and I go and have a jam session at my house. Me on the drums mostly, flute, banjo, etc... Rob playing some mean riffs with some nice distortion. Tim makin his guitar sound like a bass. We had intended to follow this with a trip to Green Skate Lab. The plan was disheveled when Ev decides he needs to watch a pack of girls play with sticks and balls. Nothing like girls catching balls and fondling sticks. Hope his girlfriend won her lacross game!
Tim was stoked on rippin a pool and continued suggesting Greenbelt. All his descriptions of the place seemed to involve intestines in one way or another. "That pool will leave your small intestine in the shallow end!" "Hold on to your effin spleen!" It will blow your mind while you s#%t your pants. Sounds good to me! Rob wasn't havin it though. Aside from him being just tired in general he wasn't too stoked on a pool and wanted something with more of a street course. Of course I could give or take a street course. Gimme a pool and I am happy. We reached an agreement and decided on BOWIE! Something for everyone! One of the gnarliest pools around for me. And an ample street course for the lunchbox.
I still insist that even though some pool are bigger none I have skated is as gnarly as Bowie. real quick tranny, nice whippin pockets, and a clam shell to seal the deal! I was able to find a dizzying amount of lines and I wet myself consecutively at the sound of grinding that thing. Grinds there are the nastiest! Its a cross between the sound bones splintering and sharpening a sword on flint. Nasty! Rob got his by flippin some tricks on the pyramid and a nice boardslide on the hand rail. Tim tried his hand at a boneless over a sick gap. We all had fun talking to Tim's old friend Shamaia, who was seriously trying to get into Rob's pants after a little vodka. Too bad Everett didn't get to slice up that pool. Next time buddy!
With Slipknot in our ears we're piled in the Scion Xb, We got there early which was good to have the park all to ourselves for a moment. To ourselves meaning no other skaters, bikers, etc... Still had to dodge the occasional vagrant an/or crackhead. Lines were goin nice considering I hadn't rolled carroll in months. I was able to pick out the one good 'line' that park has to offer despite a mudpuddle at the bottom of the drop where I carve the foot wide section of quater pipe that looms over a narrow pyramid. There would be more flow to the parks had they not installed so many quirky features. That is what makes the park simultaneously rad and suck. It is rad because you have to be creative and it sucks because nothing seems to come naturally there, except the spine, for me.
So the boys were goin off! Everett, of course, was boosting big airs over anything and everything that stood in his way. Lunchbox started off gentle and wound up stealing the show at the end of the day. Tim was jamming to his ipod, smoking cigarrettes, poppin some bigspins, and muttering to himself about a potential deal with Circa shoes. It was cool when the locals showed up. First was a biker whom Ev immediately befriended. Dude was floating some nice s*%t for shure. What is cool about that is the lack of animosity. No haters in this crew. Everyone's just rollin and havin a good time. All the locals were stoked to see us rippin. Everett managed to pull a 360 melon over an oil drum out of the quarter pipe. As I said previously Lunchbox stole the show, getting his money's worth, landing a tricky boardslide up a slanted ledge next to a steep bank, as well as getting the highest ollies of the day. I had my fun on the spine, lockin in some grinds, boardslide, smith, floaty, switch, pivot, etc... With one gnarly slam as I hung let my hip taste some concrete. It ain't no mini-ramp. That f%$ker is solid. We left before Tim tried anything big on the ten set, which might have required a medic.
We jet back to Lansdowne, where Everett has to get his Zoloft prescription filled. Meanwhile Rob, Tim, and I go and have a jam session at my house. Me on the drums mostly, flute, banjo, etc... Rob playing some mean riffs with some nice distortion. Tim makin his guitar sound like a bass. We had intended to follow this with a trip to Green Skate Lab. The plan was disheveled when Ev decides he needs to watch a pack of girls play with sticks and balls. Nothing like girls catching balls and fondling sticks. Hope his girlfriend won her lacross game!
Tim was stoked on rippin a pool and continued suggesting Greenbelt. All his descriptions of the place seemed to involve intestines in one way or another. "That pool will leave your small intestine in the shallow end!" "Hold on to your effin spleen!" It will blow your mind while you s#%t your pants. Sounds good to me! Rob wasn't havin it though. Aside from him being just tired in general he wasn't too stoked on a pool and wanted something with more of a street course. Of course I could give or take a street course. Gimme a pool and I am happy. We reached an agreement and decided on BOWIE! Something for everyone! One of the gnarliest pools around for me. And an ample street course for the lunchbox.
I still insist that even though some pool are bigger none I have skated is as gnarly as Bowie. real quick tranny, nice whippin pockets, and a clam shell to seal the deal! I was able to find a dizzying amount of lines and I wet myself consecutively at the sound of grinding that thing. Grinds there are the nastiest! Its a cross between the sound bones splintering and sharpening a sword on flint. Nasty! Rob got his by flippin some tricks on the pyramid and a nice boardslide on the hand rail. Tim tried his hand at a boneless over a sick gap. We all had fun talking to Tim's old friend Shamaia, who was seriously trying to get into Rob's pants after a little vodka. Too bad Everett didn't get to slice up that pool. Next time buddy!
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