I have skated a handful of times. Like, 14 miles, a neighborhood session, and some slight sub-session that wasn’t more than like 5 minutes and the standard Front Yard line. I just have not been feeling it. Ok. That and we have been crazy busy, adapting to the restrictions from Covid-19. I know they are for our own good, we just had to change up our game a little bit. That meant that our website needed some attention. So I have been pounding out copy and pictures. Filling up the bones of our extensive, yet somehow still inadequate inventory. It is easily as busy as running a brick and mortar, yet I stack that with running a brick and mortar, as well as raising a 3 year old. Momma comes home at 1pmish and then I can switch as much focus to running the shop as I can. It is an awesomely filled day, and I finish the day pretty tired if we are doing the jam hard like today. Really I think we’ve just been focusing on coming out a little better. Using the restrictions to figure out how to still get things done. As things chill a bit, hopefully, we can still be doing our adapted positive habits.
I realized tonight what I miss most about skating. The spark that pumps me up to go out. The 14 mile push was fun all through the city. It was solo. The push was epic. But by the time I got to Kessler through some really wild inside of the park shit I’ve never seen before, I was so over it, I didn’t even care. I miss moving, with people. Around people. Through people.
Maybe part of it is ego. For real though. Most of it, is the energy of pushing with people. If you have not seen a Broadway Bomb on YouTube video I humbly submit last years offering for a quick idea, of maybe a snippet of the amount of energy I am talking. I am not just talking huge rushes of people surging seemingly chaotically through a concrete wonderland of epic proportions. I am talking even with just one other dude, two other dudes….as many other dudes who are as down to get down as you decide to get down.
Even in LDP circumstances in which you may be several board length behind the guy in from of you. For the most part communication is kept to hand signals. Some whistles, maybe a shout or two. The rate of movement is that which doesn’t aid in easy talking either. So even if you are grooving close and jamming hard, the communication is one of instincts and body language. The shared velocity in combined effort is the shared wordless convenience of intent. The lead guy drives, setting pace, and course. Without words a pusher and his partners engage in a quantum deliverance of communication that is not for words to express. The more the merrier. When that lead guy looks back and a squad of fellow conscious beings are in line and in time the full reality of the past moments in the push sheds new light on your fellow beings. People moving great distances together, sharing the gravity along the journey, is a bond that I crave the most. It’s not escape. It’s experience. It is to be fully engaged, in sense, sight, gravity, and intent. Achieved together, no matter how far apart.
Garage sessions are a fantastic example. This one, more linked in expression of gravities influence. Still bonding and moving in flowing fashion is the expression. Starting at the Peanut one quickly discovers how “new” new riders are.
“Dude! They said they could foot break.”
Either through the slant of 9th Street to Main in reverse order, or up through the traffic and eventual bomb down 12th Street, riders of the once weekly Kansas City Garage Rips were tasty dips into the same energy of motion with people. That is just on the way to the garages.
In the garages different conveyances of skateboard riding takes place on a cross skill level fashion. Gravity starts, butt boarding, on your knees, backwards, kick to the grey line, trains, pumping, Chinese races, drunk, extra sober, extra stoned, seeing dragons, chasing pixies, chasing punnanny, recovering from punnanny, just heard you guys coming through the streets and thought I would join, and “All of You MUST LEAVE.” All of it. A chaotic mix of peoples and their problems, thrown in with vices, and anarchy.
When we get rolling, however we get rolling, gravity and physics do the work, while we get the benefit. Closer proximity affords standard primitive hoots and hollers, but those turn to music, with the rumble of the wheels on concrete providing the base and rumble. Together the noise, even now that stealth missions have become the norm….most of the time, is an earthquake like rumble that fills the air heavily. With outstretched arms we go faster, following those we can in half tucks diving through corners as tights as our boards and bodies will allow. We move down the slanted floors hugging corners inches from each others wheels, in the moment and aware of unspoken cues.
People that go too far away from the course of the night, distracted by the excitement, or maybe even too fully consumed in it, typically get bricked and done for the evening. The skate gods have a certain tolerance, but everything has its price.
Point A to Point B. You name it. Moving on skateboards with people is my favorite. Solo sessions are nice, but only because being able to move with my peoples when the skating is going down is the light at the end of the tunnel.
Stay Stoked, Stay Healthy