SEMI SECRET SPOTS
Every skater knows of at least one or
two of those secret spots that were discov-
ered in the early days of the urethane wheel
and some that were found many years be-
fore. Seek and you shall find, for these places
exist everywhere. They might be in your
neighbors backyard or they might involve
hours of driving backroads through moun
tainous terrain, topped off with a hike
through jungles of poison ook, or up-and-
down steep rocky slopes. More often than
not a rumored pipe or pool does not even
exist. But the hardcore skater is not deterred
from his final goal. The next day brings new
possibilities and maybe heavy skate reali
Tos
There is no skate experience more
gratifying than finding a folkod about place,
realizing that it is actually skateable, and
then shredding the place with a close-knit
group of skaters, each pushing the others to
new Imits
So next time a kid comes to you with
tales of some outrageously skateable terrain,
check it out. You may experience the most
rewarding skate session of your lifetime.
Duane Peters
SECRET SPOTS
Searching through our secret files we found an account of this spot, discovered years ago
when roving bands of skate dogs explored the countryside in search of skateable terrain. The file
is sprinkled with the names of such notables as Greg Ayres, Doug Schneider, Rodd Saunders and
Rick Blackhart.
Although the instructions for uncovering the long-hidden map to this secret spot were written
in Hindu, the task of deciphering the information was made much easier by our resident guru.
who traded his valuable talents for a bag of rare herbs indigenous to the Northern California
coast. Preparations for our pilgrimage were handled by our logistics experts while boats, pontoons
and other strategic materials were employed by our urban band of terrorists in their assault of
this holy ground. Upon reaching our destination the overwhelming mystical experience overcame
several of the pale-faced urbanites who were saved from certain dementation by a plunge into
the frigid waters of the nearby lake. Once the altar was erected and the holy rituals performed
by our fully-robed guru, the frenzied skaters proceeded to shred the shrine. No sooner had we
consumed the first pack of incense when a frightening flash totally engulfed the sacred spot. We
quickly grabbed whatever was in our proximity and split.
Days later as we recounted our adventure to a group of locals we realized that our mystical
advisor was last seen doing a Bert at 11 o'clock.