RUNAWAY
TRAIN
STORY BY SKIP TOWNE PHOTOS BY BRYCE KANIGHTS
Phil Shoo (spread) coming up tight behind Neal Hendrix
moments before impact on the bobsled track. Ed "Did I
ever show you my Polariods?" Templeton (above left)
vampire grinds th
is the whole bar at Münster. Just your aver
age seven foot frontside air by Wade Speyer (above) at
the Amsterdam demo. Heaven on earth, the Skatepark of
Marseille (opposite bottom) waits for all who want it.
Pace
is the key to any
successful road trip. If you start
off too fast, you crash and burn, too
slow and it ain't no fun. The secret is finding a
good running speed and settling into a groove. When you
roll with some other heads, that cadence is impossible. Like a run-
away train on a track headed for the edge of mortality, skaters from all over
the world invaded the European continent. Some spent their time skating in the con-
test arena while others sought out spots far away from the crowds to try and kill themselves.
Such was my tribe and my quest. The first stop was Lisbon, Portugal.