Photo from the same session as above. The pool was at an abandoned Holiday Inn on the West side of A2. Years later I would build a house not to far from there. The pool was still skateable but a total bust in the daylight hours so we only skated on full moons with candles lighting the
coping and inside the deathbox. Some of the best sessions I could ever remember happened in the wee hours in this pool. It was a little creepy because of the old hotel but it never seemed to stop us.
Some of my boards from the day. My friends and I road mostly Alva and Dog Town equipment, indy trucks and the hardest wheels we could find. I have HUGE stacks of old boards, I kept every one of mine and most of the ones my friends pitched. Those were good fucking days for me and my friends and I miss them. Skateboarding kept me out of trouble and jail (most of the time) during my first 30 years and if I ever have children they will no doubt roll with their papa.
Regular visitors to this site have no doubt seen a few skate bent posts. This is because, until the old bikes, nothing meant more to me than skateboarding. I've been doing it since the summer 1978 (I was a wee lad). Anyway, old Harley's and skateboarding seem to make for a popular combination judging from the amount of blogs dedicated to both. I believe it's because the rush and stoke are so similar. You also conjur up the same looks from the straights. Well I'm throwing my hat into the ring, I have the same disease. Here's a little taste of my skateboarding life.