I woke up the other morning and as I let out my dog and started coffee I began to wonder: When did the world first begin to bore the living shit out of me? The things I used to do to piss the time away just seemed Dead To Me (good band BTW). I thought it was when I quit drinking or the end of a long term relationship at the first of this year. I thought about maturity and a job turning into a career: Did I unknowingly wake up from Never-NeverLand?
I guess it all began in a dream...
I dreamt that I converted my mountain cabin into a full blown skate park. Wall-Ride gap over the fireplace, a double roller from the loft that is my bedroom, 6' drop in as well into the living room, the couch into a picnic table with nice full metal wrap coping, the kitchen an 8' drop in with ladder (to the fireplace gap), the front porch and 10' full halfpipe, The guest room (currently a music room) excavated into a kidney pool (4' to 8' deep) complete with light and steps, and last but not least a lovely yet realistic 3.5' mini ramp in my metal/wood shop where I spend most of my free time making a mess in one way or another.
Teenage Botttlerocket "Skate orDie" came on the Youtube mix and it hit me: The dream was great fun insanity but the mini ramp was not! I used to love the shit out of anyone that could get me access to a ramp. I would buy them beer, give rides, whatever to keep access to a secret ramp! I do most everything alone with my dog or in small groups of friends so skate parks always made me a little nervous. A private ramp was a mental oasis from all the hype and bro bullshit that the sport has generated.
I started researching ramp plans immediately. I began cleaning up and making room for a ramp at once, priced out material and began the to realize: this is not only possible but a great fuckin idea. Rummaging in the attic for my old skate I had not pushed in 5 years or more I remembered that I drunkenly gave it to a grom who lived nearby and was wanting to skate.
What a fuckin sap I am when drinking, add in the product of a single mom and there you have it: I am without a skate.
I went to town and bought me up a brand new complete costing more that $150. I pulled a tendon pushing around town and almost randown a family of four, nearly clipped a car pulling out of a parking spot and failed to clear a railroad track sending me into oncoming traffic. I felt fully alive!
This morning I am going to stupid ass Home Depot for material to start the build. I can get a start on the thing as I let my ankle heal-up and finish cleaning the shop (a must anyhow). How cool is that: a metal/wood shop with a mini ramp!
I plan on sharing the progress of the project if anyone out there gives a shit. So give a "hail yeah" if you like what I have to say or are in anyway supportive/interested in seeing/hearing more...
"Were not as hopeless, were not as fucked as you think, short lived moments lousy with victory. The fucking joke is were winning when you blink its short lived moments lousy with victory." -DearLandlord
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