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BRINGING QUALITY & SELECTION TO YOUR HOME!
GREMIC SKATES
15679 Los Gatos Blvd., Los Gatos, CA 95030
STORE HOURS: M F 11:30-7:30
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SAT 10-6
(408) 358-1169
SUN 12-4
WHEN YOU ORDER YOUR SKATE STUFF FROM GREMIC, YOU CAN BE SURE
YOU MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE. WE HAVE THE MOST EXPERIENCED AND
KNOWLEDGEABLE STAFF THERE IS, ANYWHERE. PERIOD. WHEN YOU CALL
IN A PHONE ORDER, IT LEAVES OUR STORE THE NEXT DAY. TRY US. IF YOU
DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU GET, SEND IT BACK UNUSED. WE'LL GIVE YOUR
MONEY BACK & PAY SHIPPING. THAT'S CALLED SATISFACTION
GUARANTEED. THINK ABOUT IT. YOU SAW THE PICTURE OF OUR STORE IN
THE 11/84 ISSUE OF THRASHER. WE HAVE WHAT WE ADVERTISE! WE
WORK HARD SO YOU CAN SKATE HARD.
FREE POWELL VIDEO!!
with every order over $200
BUY WITH A FRIEND!
BOARDS
Mka Smim M-Tech.39.95
100% MONEY BACK GUARANTEE
If you are not satisfied that what
you ordered is what you got, send it
back unused and we pay shipping!
HANDSIGNED DECKS
AVAILABLE
STEVE CABALLERO BEAU BROWN
BOB SCHMELZER
BOB DENIKE
$17.250
21.95
ask about cument
available colors
JOHN LUCERO
TRUCKS
WHEELS
MADRID
SIMS
Becu Brown.
$39.95
Kamakazie
$43.95
43.95
Explosion CC
POWELL
Cabalier
Mini Cab
TRACKER
CITY STREET
$39.95
39.95
Stock
Extrock
$5.00
16.500
33.95
43.95
39.95
Gn. Bu MY W
50/50
0.00
Rampoge
36.95
Mini
43.95
36 Long Board CC 45.95
Tony How
39.95
Six Coper
5.000
5.00
Je Phillips
43.95
Skull & Sword
Primo Freestyle
31.95
39.95
-Ex Coper
3.75 0.
Scromer
35.95
Rat Bones
39.95
Alum or Uho Bose
GORDON & SMITH
Schmetter
24.95
Rocco Freestyle 31.95
Mini Ro
39.95
Yo-Yo 50/50
$8.00
SANTA CRUZ
<-Yo-Yo Ti
8.00
Duane Peters
$39.95
GORDON & SMITH
Bily Ruff
UNCLE WIGGLY
Yo-Yo Checker
8.00
$39.95
30.05
Argyle,
39.95
Tear 10x30
41.90
GULLWING
KRYPTONIC
70mm Red or Blue57.00
39.95
Roskopp
39.95
Magnusson
42.96
$16.95 0.
39.95
63.5 NEW
6.00
Mini Roskopp .39.95
ALVA
34.95
SEAFLEX
VISION
Gator
-Coper
2.75
Krypto Lite
5.50
Alvo Figh
44.95
SIMS
$41.95
Small Fish
44.95
Bob Denike Fish
$41.95
Agent Orange
41.95
Dolphin
43.96
Sims 63mm
8520
$8.00
8.00
Bob Denike
39.95
Grohowski
39.95
ZORLAC
BRAND X
13.750
GULLWINGS
159mm
16.50 ea
$41.95
Big Boys c
542.95
X-Con
39.95
169mm
16.95
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Sheet
$7.500
Vertical Hold
39.95
Copers (all sizes) 2.00
POWELL PERALTA
$7.50
SNOWBOARDS
VIDEO
Street Cubics
8.00
Mini Cubics
***Pow
29.95
Powall it's
6.00
Performer 159.95
219.05
ALVA WHEELS
IN STOCK OTHERS AVAILABLE
If you have a VCR and you skate.
DON'T MISS THESE
Avo USA
$7.00
Smith Caps
8.00 pr.
Bajo Soum Shots 31.00 pr
MADRID
BEARINGS
$6.00
Ho
$1000/set
NMB Bearings $10.00/s
SCHMITT STYX
Monty Nolder
Tarampula
ROLLER SKATES
Ridell Suede Men or Lodies
4-14 Full Size
with Krypto 62. $ 99.95
with Krypto 66
with Krypto 70.
We have an extensive supply of
Indoor, racing, & recreational
skates. CALL
HOW TO ORDER:
Craig Johnson 42.95
SAFETY EQUIPMENT
Rector Knee
Rector Elbow
Pro Jet Wrists
$29.95
27.95
16.95
Pro-Tech Helmet .31.95
Mod Rats Phase 43.95 pr
Burton Bockhill..$119.95
INDEPENDENT
99mm Froedtyle $11.95 ea
wheel prices are each
bearings not included
7.50
8.00
For C.O.D. or credit card orders, call Gremic during business hours and we'll ship at speed! For money order or personal check, please write
order on a piece of paper with color choices & substitutions. Don't forget 7% tax if you live in California. Add shipping as applicable. If you
have any questions about boards, stock, or just anything....please call!! Remember, personal checks usually slow your order down about two
wooks.
SHIPPING: U.P.S. Complete Board-$6.00: Trucks or Wheels -3.00;
Accessories 2.00;
Shirts-1.50;
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new-ro disco with the likes of Jeff Phillips,
Tom Barrows and the rest of the Dallas skate
crew. Quarters flew and Coronas were
drained as the hip DJ spun what sounded like
the same song over and over: "...like a but-
terfly, like a butterfly..." I asked Newton for an
aspirin, he didn't even have a cup of black
coffee. I got up and headed for the shower.
Two hours later, after meeting the rest of
the crew at famed Clown ramp and securing
some needed skate supplies from Melvin the
man, we were under way. Seven hours, 4
square meals and two cold briefcases later
we were close enough to our final destination
to check into a roadside rest for a five a.m.
wake up call the next morning. The cute old
gal behind the desk was inquisitive, "What
brings you out to these parts?" "Oh, just
visiting the desert," we replied, cautiously, not
wanting to stir any suspicion. "Well, I guess it
is kind of...different out here," she offered.
"Yeah, different," I nodded. We figured two
rooms would accomodate the seven of us
comfortably and the price was right so after a
midnight skarf at the drive-in choke and puke
next door we all passed out.
Jolted out of another nightmare by a
screaming alarm the next morning I realized
two things, it was cold and pitch black outside.
Within the hour we were pulling up to the first
sign of our destination. Sitting off the side of
the road was a lone section of smaller diame-
ter cement pipe, serving as a monument to
the larger structure and the almighty Army
Corps of Engineers, builders of massive skate
terrain. That's what they do, they build dams,
they build spillways, they build pipes. They
build the gnarliest skate terrain in the world.
Concrete configurations such as you could
never imagine, built to hamess the powers of
Mom Nature herself. You'll never know, and
you can't know until you've actually been out
there and seen and ridden this type of terrain.
It's there for the taking, but there's not a lot of
takers. We were seven of them.
You can't know because the Army Corps
makes a habit of building their terrain out in
the middle of nowhere, between somewhere
and elsewhere. We had been to all three
places in route. And we knew the conse-
quences of even being seen going in. There
were fences to climb and walls to drop from.
John Gibson, cessed up tight, catches a shaft of sunlight.
We had rope, food, water, skateboards, video
and camera equipment. While me and Newton
parked nearby the rest of the crew, John
Gibson, Craig Johnson, Allen Guimond, Dan
Wilkes, and Dave Dude manuevered the gear
as close as they could get to the point of entry,
courtesy of some crafty 4WDriving by Allen in
his two wheel drive mini pickup. When me and
Newton caught up our gear was waiting at the
bottom of the spillway
By the time I first laid eyes on the huge,
gaping glory hole, John Gibson and Craig
Johnson were already reaching the upper
quadrants and working their way back into the
blackness. For the next six hours we witnes-
sed each other skating some incredible lines
to and fro. Wilkes was slashing two wheel
drifting laybacks well over the halfway seam.
John adapted his loose style to the giant circle
and soon was hitting 10:30 backsides and
going for 11:00 frontside thrusters. Craig
Johnson was working the full length of the
pipe starting from the 'elbow.' By the time he
would reach the mouth end his frontside
floaters were so extreme that except for the
outer edge of one rear wheel, his board would
become detached from the skating surface.
We alternated sessions back and forth
between the elbow, which was where the pipe
took a ninety degree bend straight up into a
hot blue Texas sky, and the mouth of the pipe,
where an early morning shaft of sunlight was
the only thing that kept us from freezing into
immobility.
Back up in the elbow the surface of the pipe
was unbelievably smooth and fast. Gibson
was cess sliding across the awkward transi-
tions and carving around the huge bowl that
formed the heel of the pipe. Any time you
turned your direction towards the mouth of the
pipe, speed would increase dramatically. So
quickly that it was scary, thrusting up so high
that you couldn't bail. It's safer to try and ride
it out when you get past eleven o'clock. "Very
frightening," said Gibson.
As the day wore on we began to notice that
we were not alone after all. In a large hole
above the elbow we could hear a flock of
pidgeons, cooing and nesting and occasion-
ally shitting on us. Allan and Dave, the Dude,
tried to take care of them with a couple of well
placed rock pitches, but they threw the rocks
back down at us in defense of their territory.
On the floor of the pipe, in the darkest section
below the elbow, were two nests of undeter-
mined origin, each harboring several delicate
bird eggs. Johnson looked hungrily at them
but we had neglected to bring any canned
heat, or a frying pan.
Back out in the sunlight we found a skink
lizard holding on to the vertical wall. No doubt
mesmerized by the constant roar of the side to
side skating.
By early afternoon we were content enough
to call it a day. After several hours skating the
pipe, cramps and fatigue were setting in. The
centrifigul force generated on your body from
the large, constant, transition wears you down
fast and plays tricks with the old equilibrium.
As we packed up everything we had brought
in, and started back down the spillway, New-
ton looked back and pondered: "It's amazing,
they spend millions of dollars on a structure
like this pipe, and it will never even be
used...except for skating!"
I nodded in agreement. We left.
THER
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