In the beginning
there was nothing but
barren, rocky earth. Then
along came man with his
burgeoning technology, Earth's
rocks were pulverized and mixed
with lye and other chemicals to
create cement-a necessity for
comfort and progress. As skaters,
this historical development is an
intrinsic part of our group
consciousness-literally the found-
ation of our art. On rare occasions,
you may have the opportunity to
experience truly bizarre products of
twisted architectural psychopaths.
Contorted monstrosities, contractor's
nightmares, you might only skate this
kind of structure once, but it could be the
best damn (or dam) session in your life.
The insane architect's inbred offspring are
somewhat like Dr. Frankenstein's monster-
misunderstood behemoths searching for
fulfillment and acceptance. We skaters often
understand their motives. Top to Bottom: We
can see when a man-made New Zealand
ravine craves nourishment (blood, flesh
or water). Men like Nathan Horton are willing
and able to lay a urethane caress on the
lonely Uvas Spillway. Scott Wheeler maps
the mammaries of a Kansas rooftop. Greg
Elisara attempts to placate an angry, turbulent
New Zealand park. Some of these feral
children have highly convoluted perspectives
and place irrational demands on visitors.
Spread: A New Zealand canal refuses to
release its captive.
by Skipper Jack