Keep meaning to post this photo. Was drinking with some sk8er doods on the Guadalupe trail (yeah, the one where Byebye and Shlort takes place) and up comes this crawdad, who feared nothing. Fuck your teckate! His arms are raised like the part in Byebye when they go under the freeways and it … wait, no spoilers.
Keep meaning to write up something about the skate ramps etc etc that folks have been building last couple of years, which piss off the water company. This isn’t the moment for me to do that writing, except to say that ever since they’ve been putting those little ramps and stuff up, I feel for the first time that the freeway infrastructure somehow has an essential life force to it. Anyone who’s awake knows that freeway flyovers and their necessary piers and wasted terrestrial underbellies are an abomination. Far from removing these toxic spaces from our towns, the skate gear does put a beautiful human touch to it all, and makes these spaces useful in a down-to-earth way. More on that someday. You can start by reading Folklore of the Freeway.
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