My brother and I have been skating for as long as we both can remember. It seems
like there was always some sort of skateboard lying around. We started skating on an
everyday basis around the same time. We'd skated together at first, but then we went
to different schools and after a while, met different friends. I was a little older, so I
started skating with the older kids while he was hanging with his little blowbuddies.
We would skate around in the streets, on curbs, embankments and such. Occasionally,
we built quarter-pipes out of plywood leaned up against anything solid, or find some
stupid kid that had talked his cool parents into letting us build a halfpipe in his back-
yard and we would take over. We'd let my brother and his friends skate, but they would
take too long gyrating or they'd get hurt and start crying, so we'd fuck them up emo-
tionally or physically and they'd cruise. Really, the only places that they weren't allowed
to skate with us were ramps and pools. Too many ground hogs was never nice. Drop in
or drop out, they learned fast. On the other hand, skating around the streets, hills,
curbs, banks and ditches was always cooler with a lot of heads. As the age gap got
shorter, having someone to skate with all the time was great. "Let's go skate," "Let's
Canadian powerhouse
Rob Boyce (previous page)
teams up with brother Dave
on a well-choreographed
double fakie ollie
nosegrind. Salba and
Malba still skate, but a new
generation of brothers is
taking it to unruly heights.
Whether it's Richard and
Jesse Paez (above) out in
Visalia, or Jonas and
Jeremy Wray down in Lo
Habra (right), they keep it
all in the family. Two pros
(inset), one name. Ask Mrs.
Gruber about her boys
Keith and Joe. All photos
this page by Chris Ortiz.
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