Memoirs of a Gypsy

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

HUMP DAY Part I: Photographic Evidence

WE'RE BACK BETCH! DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK, GYPSY KING AND I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS!

So the story goes...this past Saturday I rolled up to the Slab to shred when Johnny and Stu ask me if I could "do them a solid." They proceeds to tell me their plan to build a bump for P-Sen's birthday which happened to fall on that same Saturday. The boys pooled together some stripper tips and jingle jangles, Stu even offered up the 'crete donations that were gathered at the Hood so I was more than happy to oblige. Johnny and I smash it to the Hood, snatched up some more funds and headed to the DIY superstore that is Home Depot. Armed with $17, we managed to buy five 80lb bags of 'crete and Peter ended up rolling through with eight 60lb bags of quikrete and it was fucking on!!! When Johnny and I got back to the Slab, good old Bob was there ready to get man zone on the motherfucker. Peep these photos. Video coming soon. Like tomorrow, soon.

As the dirt piled, so did we.

Stu and Johnny readying themselves for the laborious task at hand

Stu mixing it up.

P-Sen

Just add water.

First pour.

Smoothing the fucker out.

Stu getting dirty.

Top view, marble slab.

Bob the Builder.

Mondo helped out with the water and mixing 'crete.

Teamwork's the dreamwork.

Stu utilizing an old plank.

DS firing it up.

Thanks to DS for the 18er of Busch Bombers that helped with the dehydration.

Nards showed up while Stu tries to get smoked out.

Nanas showed up to a BBQ with a Costco Polish.

I and I preparing for a Safety Meeting.

Squints helped with the mixing and suggesting we change up the designmof the bump.

Bob making sure that shit is smooth as eggs.

Johnny and P-Sen talk shape.

Sustenance for the men, thank Andrew for the dogs, beer and cig'rettes!

Stu is America!

Squints with some alterations to the original idea. FUCK YEA!

More man sodas.

DS, beer me!

Moe's doing.

Locc showed up and got thuggish huggish.

Moe, Andrew, Saif, and Jack were there.

Toan went home-ec on the hat I gave him years ago.

OULK BETCH!

Monday, January 3, 2011

Shred in Peace Cooper Plaxco

Just read some devastating news about a fallen shredder today. Cooper was probably one of the nicest dudes I've ever come into contact with. Always good times to be had when he was around and I wish I would have kicked it with him more since we lived not too far from each other in Windsor. Skating with him motivated me to shred harder because he skated fast, had good board control and, like myself, had a busted knee. I remember when he got his license I'd see him at Rosa park where I would skate in the early hours before going to class at Piner. He'd show up, we'd burn some, skate a bit and then I'd head off to class and as would he.

I'm fortunate enough to have skated his ramp with him on a few occasions. That ramp was no joke, I couldn't do much on it so I'd just sit back and marvel at the lines that Cooper would put together. I remember the last time I shredded with him, he just got back into town on a break from HSU earlier this year. Texas Chris and I had the slant box at the park and Cooper, along with Storm, showed up at the park. I did a smith on the box and Cooper matched it, dude had mad steez. I had been at the park for awhile and was exhausted so I sat up against the fence and watched as Mr. Plaxco continued to murder my box. I remember this scene vividly: he did a fs tail, bs tail, fs nosegrind, fs 180 nosegrind, a krooks, fs smith, and the illest fs nosegrind revert.