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Bay to Breakers foot races. On Mother's Day,
May 10th, 1992, the park was invaded by a new
throng of freaks known as the pro skateboard
crowd. Street contests were born here in the
early eighties, and it was only a matter of time
before they returned. For the second installment
in the Professional Skateboard League contest
series, this was a junkfest of desks, cabinets
driveway banks and railslides. Add to that over
seventy pro competitors and a fair share of
local talent, and the picture is complete.
Sunday dawned sunny, and by ten am the
course was a blur of pros, ams and scams. The
fenceless arena made for a local skater's
dream, anyone could ride and they all did.
Chico, Lavar, the EMB posse, little rippers..
boneless freaks, Pat Black with his hellhound
Hugo, misplaced rollerskaters, mountain bikers.
even hacky-sackers and 150 Tai Chi enthusi-
asts. The blacktop surface was smooth and the
usual roller crew was hospitable to say the
least. Four hundred clams first place prize
made practice sessions hot and heavy as all
the competitors tried to get their moves down
cold. I didn't hear any complaints during prac-
tice, so I knew it was going to go off and the
course was cool. At high noon, the contest
Clockwise from above sequence: Henry
Sanchez cranks a half-cab nosegrind to
fakie. Another day at the office for John
Cardiel and the noseblunt slide. Skate
patroller D. Miles and a cop inspect the
permit. Lance Conklin icing his heel
before the showdown. Silky smooth
Jovontae Turner just about to late shave.
A micro ripper barging the course.
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