Skateboard Specialists
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3593 MERCER UNIVERSITY DRIVE MACON, GEORGIA 31204 (912) 477-3625
COMPLETE SKATEBOARDS
POWELL McGill or Caballero (7-ply maple with
Indy 151 trucks and 64mm wheels) $95.00
SIMS Hosoi or New Wave (with Tracker 6-Track
and Sims THE Wheel) $98.00
SANTA CRUZ Street Skate Concave (with Indy
121 trucks and 64mm wheels) $73.00
VARIFLEX Vectra Cc. (with VF Vertex trucks
and VF Str. Wheels) $70.00
VARIFLEX ARROW (with ACS 651 trucks and
Vf. Str. wheels) $55.00
BURTON SNOWBOARDS
Backyard Model $60.00
Backhill Model $110.00
The Performer $150.00
DECKS (WT With Tape, W/O Without Tape, SN- Spoon Nose, Cc-Concave, ECc Epoxy Concave, FS-Freestyle)
POWELL (W/O)
MSN (30x10.25)$41.00
Cab (2010)$41.00
M-Cable(28.5x9.25) $35.00
T. Hawk C. (295x9.5)$41.00
S&Sword C. (30x10) $39.00
Gelfand (30x10.5) $37.00
MF. (267) $34.00
(285) $30.00
ZORLAC (W/O)
VARIFLEX (WT & rail except
Vectra Ce (30x10) $30.00
Bagay (30x1025)$48.00
Mountain Ce (30x104) $48.00
Hirsch (30.25x10.5)$48.00
Game (29.75x1025) $48.00
Las (296x101) $48.00
(305x10.75)$48.00
(29)$22.00
Singer F.S. (26/28x7.5) $28.00
J. (30.25x1025) $40.00
Big Bays Ce(30.5x10.75)$39.00
TRUCKS (priced per truck)
Trackers
Alum, or Utrate
-Tracks (8.5) $16.50
Ex-Tracks (7.5)$16.00
Faks (6.5)$15.50
Mid-Tracks (6.25 $15.00
Copers
-Capers $4.50 ea
Ex$3.50
Full $325
13.00 на
Baseplates
$10.00
Independent
169 (9) $16.50
151-(8.5) $15.50
131-(8) $13.00
Orders $2.00
151/131
Baseplates $5.95
SAFETY EQUIPMENT
Rector Knee Pads $29.95/pr. OSOMOL
Rector Elbow Pads $27.00/prSOMOL
Replacement Caps $5.00/pr
Rector Wrist Guards $18.50/pr SMOL
Cal Pre Wrist Guards $15.00/or SMOL
Rector at Gives $16.00 SOMOL
SIMS (WIO)
Flagship E.Co. (30x10) $35.00
KEC. (29.5x10.4)$43.00
Lester E.Co. (30x10.5) $43.00
New Wave E.Co. (30x10.5) $41.00
Street Wave Ce. (29.59.25) $32.00
Andrecht E.Co. (30 5x11) $43.00
BEC. (30.75x10.75) $42.00
FEC. (29.5x10.25)$43.00
Recce F.S. (277) $32.00
11. $42.00
ALVA (W/O)
10 $42.00
Variflex
$13.00
Vx. Capers $2.50
Gull Wing
Pre B (B, Rd, Y
Wh) $16.00
Pre (ver) $14.00
G.W. Capers $2.75
Norcan Knee Pads $20.00/pr SMOL
Norcon Elbow Pads $18.00/prSOMOL
Protec Helmets $32.00 SMOL
Red Yel
Protect Cutaway Helmet $34.00 SOMOL
MAILING PROCEDURE: Please send your order to the above
address indicating exact items, quantity, and size (color substitutions may be
necessary). Send check or money order; or charge it to Visa or Master Card.
Credit card orders must include expiration date and phone number. COD's add
$1.7
Please use current price list only-prices are subject to change.
Phone orders-Call (912) 477-3625
No COD's outside continental U.S.A.
Hasel (29.5x10.25) $42.00
SANTA CRUZ (W/O)
C. (3x107537.00
Mini D. Peter Co. (2910.25) $37.00
S.AC. (3111) $30.00
(30.75 10.75) $37.00
Street Skate Co. (30) $28.00
M. Alba Co. (avail soon) $37.00
R/SC (10x30) $33.00
GORDON & SMITH (W/O)
By Ruff Ce (30x1025) $48.00
Nell Blender Ce(30.250 $48.00
Gate (30x1025) $51.00
Street C (30x9) $33.00
WHEELS (No bearings included. Add $2 per wheel for precision bearings.)
Powell V-IV's
Cables (934/bi, pr. rd. $7.50
Mini-Cubics (93) $7.00
Street Cubic (88A/, pr, rd) $7.00
Street Bones (80A/pr, rd. y $6.50
Variflex
X-Wheel pr/94A, wh/91A) $8.00
Street X-Wheel (rd/88A) $4.00
Gordon & Smith
Yo Yo 50/50 (54) $8.00
ACCESSORIES
$3.75
Powell Tall Skids $3.75
0908.7500725
$2.25/how
Powell RB5.50/
S$5.50/
G&S Siders $5.50
Schmitt Caper $2.50 ea
Tracker $2.25/
NAME
ADDRESS
STATE
Sims
THEW-50/50 (93.5A) $8.00
THE Street Wheel-50/50 (85)
$5.00
Bowman B-52 (954) $7.00
Kryptonics
64mm Street (nd, bi/82A) $5.00
70 mm Street (78) $6.00
O.J.'s
Urethane
Street Juicer/86A, rd/90) $6.50
$2.00/p
Tracker Lapper $5.50
Cleed (8 bushings) $3.50
E-Wrench $2.50
Grip Tape (10 W. B only) $2.50/
Precision Bearings $10/set of
Sims Gold Bearings $14/set of
T-Shirt $9.95
Medg
Powell Vanfiex Indy
Tracker Santa Cruz Sims
ZIP
COD ($1.75 extra) Check Money Order Visa Master Card
Card No.
HANDLING
U.S.A.
Accessories only
Surface
$ 2.50
Canada
$4.00
CITY
Air
$ 4.00
$ 6.00
1 deck or 2 trucks or
4 wheels or safety
Surface
$ 3.50
$ 6.00
Expiration date.
equip. (pluss access) Air
$ 7.00
$10.00
Surface
$ 4.50
$10.00
Signature
Air
$10.00
$15.00
Surface
$ 5.50
$15.00
Air
$13.00
$23.00
Any 2 of above
(plus access)
Complete
Skateboard or
Snow Board
Phone No.
Subtotal $
Handling
COD
Total
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Lame tripped over to the litter box, began
scratching around sand, positioned himself and
crapped over the edge, outside of the box.
Lame. Lame. Lame. I scooped it up real quick
with some newspaper, before the stenchy reek
reached Marla's nose. She was suffering
enough. I deposited it in the trashcan on my
way out the back door, grabbed my stick and
skated down the street. Lame circled the litter
box in confusion, knowing it was there some-
where.
My nose was burning inside and my eyes
ached. The monster inside my stomach was al-
most through eating away my insides.
"Well I've learned from my mistakes. This
time I will escape, I'm too young to die."
The words coursed through my veins, my
mind and my soul. I skated down the street
faster and faster. I began pumping down the
smooth asphalt through imaginary slalom
cones. Faster and faster across the flatland.
Pumping and pumping. At Elm Street I made a
G-turn to the left, my wheels threatening to
break loose..I possess control of my destiny.
Half a block down the road the Elm St. Hill lay
before me. I pumped harder. I had a little too
much speed to go into it, so I ground on the left
curb to scrub off a little speed. Just right. It
tucked and descended. My wheels began to
drone at an increasing volume. The wind stung
my cheeks. A man on his lawn remained in the
comer of my eye for less than a second. The
bottom of the hill rushed up towards me, but I
was still hollow inside. My deck began to vi-
brate. The speed wobbles. But I felt the same
inside. I wasn't scared, I had control. I was in
control. Blade is gone, I don't want to live
forever, I'm too young to die, I want to live for
now. I'm in control of my destiny. I could lose
control, lose this fine edge I rode upon and
waste myself on the street. The traffic light at
the bottom of the hill was less than a block
away, and as it turned from green to yellow, I
saw cars poised on either side of my path,
ready to go on their way through their daily
routines. The light went red, a wall of moving
cars vibrated in front of me. Life's situations
are predictably unpredictable. For once I was at
a moment of indecision. I could either close my
eyes, hold my tuck and speed to make forever
end today, or...
I cranked it sideways and tried to force my
wheels into the asphalt. They smoked, the
scent was industrial and toxic. I stopped com-
pletely, three feet from the flow of traffic.
Standing and staring into the middle of the in-
tersection, I visualized myself crumpled and
bloodied, a traffic jam extending for miles in
all directions. All backed up because passing
drivers slowed to rubberneck at my tragedy.
I skated away, couldn't shake my torment.
Zagging about somewhat aimlessly, just me
and my thoughts, I rode. On the west side of
town is the realm of the upper class families.
The kids in this neighborhood, and of this class
in general, are extremely confused. This town
is situated in the center of the country, over a
thousand miles from any coast and these teen-
agers try to be fashionable beach types. They
don't surf but they try their best to look and talk
like they do. I figure it's merely an under-
ground thespian society and it's all an act.
I slowed down to a moderate cruising speed
and tried to clear my mind. It was quiet on this
block. I heard some birds chirping from a few
houses down across the street, so I tried to con-
centrate on them to see if I could make the pain
go away. One bird, no it was two birds. Birds
get pretty radical, they fly. They're free. They
dive. They speed. They make a beautiful noise
and each and every one is aerodynamically per-
fect. All physically capable of suspending
themselves in the atmosphere without any as-
sistance. But men, they cannot. Not everyone
can do what I do. I wonder if that means I'm
special? Maybe, somehow.
Down at the end of the street, I saw a few
skaters cross the street, run through a yard and
disappear through a hole in the fence.
Slow and suspicious I coasted towards the
spot and listened. I could hear their voices. Ap-
proaching the bushes, I crept. There was a hole
in the fence. The additional sound of clattering
skateboards and the barking of trucks struck
my eardrums. There was a pool back here. A
right hand kidney. I watched for a few mo-
ments and examined the riders, recognizing
none of them. These days I'm pretty much the
solitary skater. These guys looked a little too
rugged to be from this neighborhood.
Throwing my deck through the hole, I fol-
lowed it. I remained unnoticed until I hopped
into the shallow end with the rest of the crew.
They turned, looked and gave the chin-up,
head-tilt universal greeting. I returned it, then
bolted into the deep end for the next ride, hit
the face wall in a high speed backside double-
edger, cranked back across the bottom, up the
left wall and lapped over the steps. This line
carried me to the right wall for a tail tap over
the death box, then down and back to the shal-
low end where I stopped, leaned against the
wall and wiped my nose.
Without hesitation, another rider shot into
the pit and flailed a four foot high backside air,
into a pony-stall on the coping. He dropped
back in for a few round house carves, then
seared a frontside air off the hip and landed it in
the center of the shallow end floor.
No words were expressed, no exclamations,
no laughs, no curses. The silent code of silence
that only smart skaters possess. No unneces-
sary noise brings no outside attention. It suited
me just fine. The rest of the boys were battering
the terrain with vicious, pounding rides. They
looked good. For a while I was transfixed by
the amazing imagery unraveling before me. I
had momentarily forgotten about my prob-
lems. One after another they attacked. Total
succession. There wasn't a moment of rest.
I watched them ride for ten to fifteen min-
utes, staring and staring. Soon their images
blurred before me from staring too hard. Had
to shake my head and rub my eyes. When I
looked again, the riders had changed They
didn't look the same. The one in the pool
looked familiar. I anticipated his every move. I
had seen this ride before. My pulse doubled
when he whisked past me. It was Blade. An-
other rider flew past, it was me! I hyperventi-
lated. My skin began to swell and tighten, then
relax, things began spinning and my fingertips
began to tingle. I bent forward and put my head
between my knees for a moment. My pulse re-
mained at the steady fast rate but my head
cleared.
Sitting up quickly and grabbing my board I
snaked the next run and rode like there was no
tomorrow.
THRASHER
ROCK!
THRASHER
SKATE
ROCK!
THERE WERE PEOPLE WHO TOLD US THAT
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, IT COULDN'T BE DONE.
THEY TOLD US THAT WE WERE DREAMING
THAT WE WERE FOOLS. BUT LIKE ALWAYS,
WE KNEW BETTER. AND AGAIN, LIKE
ALWAYS, "IMPOSSIBLE" NEVER EXISTED IN
ANY SKATERS VOCABULARY. SO NOW IT'S
OUR PLEASURE TO PRESENT TO YOU
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