A competition, however loosely that term is being used, on a Friday night is not a standard affair. Maybe that's got something to do with Stockwell not being a standard skatepark.
When I used to live around the corner from the park I could always be confident that there would be a good handful of locals hanging at the park on a Friday night. I don't get down there anywhere near often enough so the chances of seeing the same faces from the good old days are dwindling. This friday was different.. even Nabil turned up.
Johners' idea for the comp had struck him at 3.45 AM on friday morning and had devised a number of events, not all of them came off quite to plan.
"Pull My finger?" |
Kev keeps the crowds satisfied. |
I have no-idea who won the fastest line comp. I know that a pretty pissed Alex was coming close but the actual result was lost in a cloud of beer and smoke. I'll atempt to get a full results sheet from Johners.
James mute grabs |
The competition runs threw up a few Surprises.. I'm only going to mention Morgan. His run was punctuated with trick in what we used to call the "Superman" position. Diving onto hid board on his chest and hitting the coping with Blunt Fakie, Rock fakie and even an air to fakie over the hip, completely mental. If I can find photo evidence I'll post it ASAP!
Kev talks to the animals |
Ivan ollies. |
Morgan empathizes. |
Now I just need to get my back fixed.
[LIALC]
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