PHOTOS BY BRYCE KANIGHTS
VANCOUVER VICTIMS
Soup foot is the worst thing that can happen to any skate
traveler. You know the feeling, your feet are always wet and
they never feel dry. They stink to high heaven and are sore
to the touch, but still, you trudge on. The best way to avoid
Soup Foot is to rotate them dogs, but every once in a while
a case of the slippery sock syndrome will creep up on you.
Friday the thirteenth of May was such a day.
Vancouver was the destination of my travels and contest fever was
my preoccupation. The ex-NSA Bosticks were having a spring opener
skate contest in conjunction with the Music West seminar in scenic
British Columbia, and the plane ticket had my name on it. A fax that
emanated from the main office in Granite Bay was claiming punk rock
heaven, hodgepodging a mix of bands like NOFX and NoMeansNo
with top-notch vert and strobstacle skating.
Eight months ago, he broke his
femur at Woodward, but Tas
Pappas (left) showed remarkable
healing powers and made it to
Canada to chung huge nosebones
in your face. Long pants and white
wheels (top) were the call for the
vert dog crew. GG may be dead but
leave it to Andy Roy (above) to get
punk at someone else's expense.
Lunger patrol at the Commodore.
The bespectacled singer of the
Hanson Brothers (right) gives the
finger to anyone who wants it.