2010 marks the beginning of a new decade and the end of the first ten years of skateboarding in my life. As time moved on skating became more than just a way to have fun while passing days. It’s become my passion, art and love. I spend every day in between skate trips thinking about the next one and my musicianship and college life has suffered for it.
Last year was the biggest year for my skate career. I traveled more than ever, constantly on a quest to have more fun and ride gnarlier terrain. The east coast downhill scene exploded with someone hosting a race at least once a month and I went to all of them I could and then some. On top of that I won or was on the podium of nearly all of them. There’s no fame, money or swarms of kids asking for autographs; no t.v. cameras, no magazines, nothing. In fact most of the events were illegal. It was all about skating other things along the way, the experience, the camaraderie and the feeling you get railing a corner only to come into the next drifting 40 feet ahead of time to be able to make it hoping there’s no car in your lane. It’s about finishing the day, sharing a few beers with some people who are now your closest friends yet only a few months before you’d never met and probably never would if it weren’t for this rogue activity. It’s almost like something out of the Kerouac book On The Road and is the true essence of what Stacy Peralta was trying to say with the classic The Search for Animal Chin.
Sharing my experiences of this lifestyle is the purpose of starting this blog. It’s going to be my attempt to recount my adventures from here out in gruesome detail and show the meaning behind the journey downhill skateboarding takes me on.
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