08/02/2022
About 12 years ago, while walking with my family on the riverfront trail, my mom looked at me as we passed the skatepark and said “Imagine if you had a park like that when you were a kid”. My eyes instantly lit up. “We literally would have lived there”. I wasn’t exaggerating. We were lucky in that my dad had built us some wooden ramps that were setup in our driveway. A quarter pipe and a kick ramp. We rode them every single day. As for concrete skateparks, they only existed as pictures in magazines. As my mom and I talked about the good old BMX days, never in a million years would I have imagined riding that skatepark today at 53.9 years old. Middle age. It can be such a powerful wake-up call. The first still shot looks like an aerial on the big quarter given the camera angle. The truth is that I can’t go above coping when doing a 180 on that quarter. I just don’t have the guts (and/or desire) to send it like I used to anymore. As you can see from the video clip, the shot is from a flyout which are new to me really. Our old wooden quarter pipes had a very small top platform, not deep enough to be able to ride onto.