AT-BOCK
FORSE
72 THRASHER
www.www.WWW.A
MOUNTAIN HIGH
We had no cars, only taxis. 17 people makes it
hard to stay in one place, and only the lonely
know the way. Once the days had rolled by, the
shit was on hit at the park: Paez frontside blunted
the big bowl, Cancer Dan did a blistering slider to
fakie into a fakie ollie over the hip into the pipe
that was non-Kemotherapiable, Cards got air
where there was no speed, Jojo did ollies and lip-
slides in the big bowl, Mike Carroll launched big
mutes on the first hip and nollie flips to fakie at
11:00 in the pipe, and Big Sal blunted to fakie,
while the others smoked and slammed their way
through another day at another concrete pit on
the edge of oblivion.
Ecuador was the least expensive. Our hotel was
$6 a night, but for $8 a night you could live like a
king (with your own shower). The people are
friendly and lots of them speak English and are
travelling (sitting in cafes writing letters to their
parents about how much fun they're having)
around the country. Everyday someone would
ask, "Going skating today? There is so much to
see in this country." I'd say, "Yeah, I'll sleep when
I'm dead." Hackey sacks, devil stacks, cafe con
QUITO
MONEY TALK
Perú
Ecuador
Soles $$$
Sucres $
Venezuela Bolivares $$$$$
VIVA QUITO
Left to right: Indy slow-plant out of the pipe,
Cards. Jesse Paez-he came, he saw, he kicked ass
and he cut out. Frontside blunt in Quito. By the
time we hit Caracas, Paez was the only one with
any bullets left in his gun. Backside tweaker at
another fruit boot facility.
leche their world would never understand the cadence of our lives. I got
very sick on the last 2 days and the butt foam was more than taxing. But, to
be honest, when I dropped into that pipe, the only thing I could think about
was the pure adrenaline rush of speed that only Park de Carolina could give.
A high over-vert carve, then storming back up stream at 10,000 feet above
sea level is enough to make anyone consult a cardiologist. Pumping, huffing,
charging, head spins, the whole nine yards ends up to the greatest rush in
the drug free world. Some were intimidated, some just barged, but we know
what had to be done. Pawn Patrol 6am last day in Quito, I dug up Cards and
Hewitt and decided to do one last rip ride from 6-7:30 in the morning. While
all the Buffy and Jodys were out jogging, we went to work. Cards slammed
on his face, Peter ripped his knee and hand to bits, and I hyperextended my
knee. But we all had a laugh when we got to the airport and saw all the guys
waiting in line or sleeping on the corner, trying to get a flight to Caracas. I
can hardly walk, but I know what I got I will take with me to my grave. Once
again, Viva Quito! Go there and let your mind be your guide. Some of the
crew made it to Venezuela, while the rest of the cashed units looked for
ways to get home. I did the latter. -Chip Detail