street, n. thoroughfare, avenue, boulevard,
alley; roadway. See PASSAGE
Things are getting pretty
Eddie Reatigui, rising above
the disorder.
style . FORM, manner, method, way; FASH
ION: smartness: craze, rage; practice, habit,
behavior, air, diction; distinction, elegance.
See EXPRESSION.
UGLY
out there."
We rolled into town in a sleepless glaze,
the limo road trip had fallen apart, there
were only three of us to justify 8 m.p.g. in a
1965 flake blue Cad limo ala fins, made
back when bulk was stylish and cars
weren't built to fall apart. Mofo, Jesse,
Natas and Street Scott had given up on me;
ten minutes late to an hour out of my way.
No sign of Mo & Co. but the house across
the street was plastered from the third floor
down with Thrasher stickers, a sign that the
homeboys hadn't been able to contain their
excitement before the moot.
By the time we got to Sacramento it was
nearly 90 degrees; accustomed to Fog-
Town's constant grey covering. I came un-
prepared for the heat. I sensed a day-long
battle with the rays but knew I wouldn't be
able to do much about it. No place to hide
from the sun Sacramento-land of sun-
shine, malls, suburban homes, parking lots
and fast food strips, the terrain of American
street skating.
The contest was easy to find, a parking
lot swarming with bodies and their respec-
tive boards. I layed on the horn and rolled
the Blue Beast into the last prime spot on
the lot. Thrasher's prophetic tour guide and
custom rag man Comhoad, instantly
brought me up to date on the scene,
It's fully out of control. Quimby has
started to panic because no one is listening
to his announcements."
A hectic call blared over the PA, "SKAT-
ERS! CLEAR THE COMPETITION AREA
SO WE CAN GET STARTED! WE CAN'T
HAVE 50 THOUSAND GUYS OUT
THERE! It was Matt "Quimby" Oldham,
organizer of the contest and manager of Go
Skate, who had joined with Tower Books of
Sacramento to sponsor this contest. Both
organizations did a job of setting up a chal-
lenging contest for these skaters.
The skate area was packed with skaters
of all calibers, warming up or just getting in
everyone else's way. The course looked in-
teresting: three sets of curbs, the longest a
pair running side by side about a foot apart;
two wooden ramps and a wooden speed
bump, one ramp was a steep "camel hump"
and the other a vertical wedge with about a
three foot transition, sloping from right to
loft in a wave formation, and a street light
(the only natural formation on the course).
By far, the main attraction was Joe Lope's
car, complete with a load of mid-morning
partiers surveying the madness from what
seemed like a claustrophobic nightmare,
trapped inside of a car with dozens of skat-
ers doing their best to mangle the metal
that holds you in. There were a few hazards
on the course: a shallow drainage run with
a metal grate that cut the course in half and
a thick coating of parking lot grease; motor
oil drippings with a side of filth.
Confufan page 28
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Pro contest winner,
Tommy Guerrero