The man who wrote the article, Jesse "Wheatberry"
Driggs (above) wasted his wheels for the satisfaction
of this gnar-gnar bluntslide at a secret ditch. Hank
(opposite top) lets it all hang out on a smokin' lay-
back roll-out at the old Hangar. Kenny the Hellbilly
(opposite middle) pulps some pool coping at the King
Dong ramp. Original backwoods burler Tommy Kay
(opposite bottom) flies on a burnt 1x6. Old beat
skate spots are the best places to see trogs, case in
point, Reading Skatepark and Alex Baker (below
right) and an unknown soldier (below left) goin' off.
Can't you just smell the pod rot?
I suppose that there's some correlation between my love of
downtown and my carefree attitude about snake sessions, when
the only rule is no rules at all, and the elbows are flyin' like birds,
I get so pumped that I start to completely ignore everyone small-
er and/or slower than myself. Sure, I've paid the price, but I've
also felt the exhilaration of barely rolling away from a high speed
stunt after takin' out two in-liners and some clueless spectator
that should have been paying attention. There's nothing better.
Call me blood-thirsty if you want to, but clotheslining some
kook that's been blocking the hip is an excellent way to rid your-
self of a
whole lot of
built-up anger.
After you've put two or
three unfortunates onto the disabled list, either every-
one will know better than to get in your way, or else the
biggest motherfucker there will be gunnin' for your ass.
Yeah sure, a bad snake session can certainly be
painful, but you've gotta realize that anything worth
going after usually has its risks. Well, I'm goin' after
that one of a kind feeling of victory. Well, more specifi-
cally, the split-second feeling of victory that somehow
manages to make me forget about all those years of
defeat. The only kind of feeling that can do that is the
one that I get when I learn a new trick. Stagnation is
death, but if I were ever forced to make a decision, I
would choose the latter without a second thought.
Anything above and beyond the euphoric headrush of
learning a new move (boards, broads, beer, etc) is gravy
on top of the raw meat that I need to survive. Needless
to say, I always make it a point to stay hungry.
Cup March