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UPLAND PIPELINE R.I.P
(From page 2) 8th J. Lucero, 9th E.
Nash, 10th K.Park), Scott Dunlap's
gnarly full-powered grinds; Santa
Cruz/Varifiex rivalry (punks vs.
robots); and the final memory, Salba
dropping in, full speed line through
the round and square into a rock-n-
roll on the hip, then a frontside
sparker grind in the shallow and with
more authority than thought possi-
ble, and then back into the round with
a grinding bert-revert. For those who
have seen it, let it remain in your
memory forever. And for those of you
who didn't, I feel sorry for you
because no film could display such
force and power as real life can. Not
Even Memorex!"
MALBA
G&S
period when we didn't respect and
appreciate it. I'm glad at least I have
the memories of it. It's a shame and
almost sad that we will have to do
without it and the new generations
won't even see or experience the
history of it or it's time. Thanks to the
Hoffmans for giving it to us and stick
ing it out this long. Upland stayed
open the longest because they loved
It."
Lance Mountain
THE END OF AN ERA
They somehow always save the
best for last and the Pipeline was no
exception. She outlasted all the parks
of the seventies skateboard boom,
eleven years to be exact. She was the
breeding ground for many of the top
-300->
Bad craziness in the Combi-Bowl. Eddie Elguera rips the '79 Hester series finals.
LEMON SONG
The lemon groves across the street
were supposedly off limits, strictly no
trespassing at all! Skaters tend to
ignore warnings like this all the time,
however. Everybody would hang out
in the groves for all the obvious
reasons. You name it and they did it
in the groves! The most fun, though.
was when about twenty skaters, in-
cluding all the park team, would
divide in half and have massive
lemon fights. Everybody would wear
camouflage fatigues with lots of
pockets and fill 'em up to the brim
with lemon ammo. Search and
Destroy. We must have thrown
thousands of dollars away, but who
cared, we were just kids looking for
fun. The grove owners would rage on
Stan and he in turn would rage on
us. After a while, if you were caught
by Mr. Hoffman, you would get kicked
out of the park. Of course, back then
it was for a week or two, a month
max. Not like nowadays, where you
would get kicked out for life. You have
to remember that when you plays
Stan's game, you plays by his rules.
"The Badlands and Upland
skatepark were always the proving
ground of the gnarliest vert skater
from the very early days all the way
up to the end. We went through a
rated skaters: Eric Jueden, Chris
Robison, Chris Miller, and Micke
Alba are just a few of the many fine
skaters that the Badlands have pro-
duced over the years. And she was
what all the Badlanders affection-
ately called "Home Sweet Home."
It is a shame that this historical
landmark has to come to an end
(technically speaking). The end of an
era. Some people will never grasp
the true significance of it, but for us
in the Badlands it will be a terrible
loss that was taken for granted for so
many years by too many people.
Upland helped shape our skating
and we'll be forever grateful for being
allowed to ride one of the true
wonders of the world. The ancients
would be proud.
I would like to sincerely thank the
Hoffmans and their staff from the bot-
tom of my heart for treating us like
family. Thank you for all the good
times and all the good memories. I
will remember these as the happiest
days of my life. We will never forget
the Pipeline, so let us not mourn her
passing. Let us rejoice for being
allowed to be a part of her legacy.
Now I'm gonna sit down and cry
a while. SALBA
"The Pipeline lived up to its name."
-Stan Hoffman
PORTLAND
(From page 45) Salem (one hour away).
Zealous members of a religious com-
mune had used it to hide kidnapped
children. Skaters began to infuse the
ten-foot ditch with their own brand of
zeal the very day they saw a TV news
report stating that the commune had
been busted and closed down.
Bill Reese, who moved to Portland
in 1982, was the maddest man at the
Salem pool. Fearless, he wore no
pads as he sailed through four-foot
Indy airs and displayed a rubber-
band-like ability to turn near-disaster
into rolling poetry. Reese's primacy
wasn't limited to skating, though.
This mohawk-headed Jak's man was
a charismatic leader-a rolling pied
piper, if you will-for a growing group
of young punk skaters.
Reese often instigated midnight
skate hockey games and spon-
taneous trips to punk shows in Seat-
tle, but he was most lauded for
starting-and playing bass in-a
skatepunk band called Dirge. This
raucous ensemble writhed frequently
in Portland basements and living
rooms. Their gigs were wild rituals
that brought skaters from all over the
Portland area together, and they
often became dangerously out-of-
hand. One Dirge show at Reese's
house, for instance, culminated in a
fire that spread through the house
and grew until the flames crackled
twenty feet high above the garage.
That garage has been a pile of
ashes for five years now, and Reese
himself has gone to Alaska. His in-
fluence on the local skate scene is
still quite evident, though. Rebel
Skates, a shop he and Zipper started
in 1986, is now the city's principle
skate hangout. If you take one glance
into this shop on any Saturday after-
noon, you'll see that skating is here
to stay in Portland. Ten or so kids
hover over the counter, pawing at the
latest boards. Two or three more are
in the back of the shop, wrenching
at the hardware on their boards. And
four jump ramps and one mini-ramp
that surround it. They must also con-
tend with a crowd of about 100 or so
skaters. Ramp riders are required to
listen to Christian skater Paul Ander-
son deliver a fire-and-brimstone
diatribe against drugs, theft, drink-
ing, and several other sins. Ander-
son is an affable guy and a ramp
meister who can uncork rock 'n rolls
and two-foot airs with ease, but many
local shredders don't want to hear
him rant about hell and damnation.
Kevin Ball's ramp in Beaver Creek
is the nearest and most frequent
destination. The ride there is 45
minutes of tapping your board impa-
tiently against the floor of the car, but
the wait is worth it. The eight-foot tall
structure stands on the soothing
pastures of a farm, and is home base
for Stafford Johnson, a stocky
youngster who airs so high he should
have a pilot's license.
The Cannon Beach public skate-
park, 1½ hours from Portland, is also
a favorite haunt. Built in the summer
of 1988, this concrete wave consists
of two four-feet deep half-bowls and
is an enticing spot for older skaters
who love to pump and carve. A snap-
shot of the Cannon Beach park is
taped beneath the glass counter at
Rebel, and that's as close as many
skaters ever get to the dreamy spot.
These days, street skating is the
everyday reality in Portland.
And if you stand in front of Rebel
for just a few minutes, you'll see that
Portland street skaters hardly sur
render to the status quo; instead they
bend reality's rules. Nick Clark, a
scruffy street urchin who usually
sports tattered plaid pants, will ride
by, climb a 12-foot oil tanker and
unleash a cop drop. Jaks team
member Steve Schmead will skate
past the shop, crouched low like an
old-time surfer as he rolls through
slappies, nose wheelies and a slew
of unnameable tricks he just makes
up as he goes along. Then Ricky
Herd will come thrashing along, head
low, face grimacing, turning every-
thing-bike racks, bus shelters and
yet another crowd is practicing ollies vending machines-into skateable
on the shop's carpet.
Cal Skates, just two miles down the
street, is still doing a swift trade and
six other shops have opened up.
You'd think all this business hubbub
would spur city officials to listen to
skaters and build a ramp or bowl. It
doesn't work that way in Portland,
however. Every summer for the past
three years, skaters have met with
city officials to draft plans for a
municipal skate facility, and every
year the city has shelved said plans.
Because of this resistance, vertical
is scarce in the city. In fact, there's
only one half-pipe in Portland that's
open to the general public, and it's
owned by an evangelical Christian
outfit called the Central Bible
Church. The church only opens the
10%-foot high ramp on Tuesday
nights. All visitors must pay a $15 per
year insurance fee if they want to
skate the half-pipe and the three or
terrain. Tyrone Talbert will appear and
float through graceful 15-foot ollies.
And then the sky will probably turn
grey. The clouds will burst and the
whole crew will head for the closest
covered refuge. They'll go to The
Rat's Nest, a skanky, homemade
skatepark beneath the nearby Route
405 overpass, and make do with the
available terrain: two slagted ramps
made out of old crates, trash cans,
and signs, one of which advertises
the "Annual Schnockered Choppers
Divot Driving Golf Tournament"
They'll set a railroad tie atop a
ramp and do some tail stalls and
bonelesses off this block of wood.
They'll screech through long slides
that echo beneath the freeway, and
ollie over the shredded mattresses
and trash heaps scattered about this
skate spot. Eventually, they'll leave
the Rat's Nest and go pumping along
the street-shredding in the rain.
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