In all honesty, I’d like to see a good curb in a park. Not on a bank, or a tranny, just out where it could be skated and slathered in all manner of wax, until it resembled Creston ledges or the curb-wall at Burnside.
A good, slippery and beaten-to-fuck curb is always fun.
I remember times when we would spend hours skating curbs. We had our faves around town. Liberty Plaza, Washington St curbs, the “Shuttle Landing”. Wax is for wussies. I have to earn that shit.
For real, how hard is it to put in a curb? I always suggest them at skatepark meetings I go to and people giggle like I’m joking. I’M NOT JOKING! I’M OLD AND NOT JOKING!
All good curbs get a coat of wax from time to time. Stop pretending you are so damn core you don’t notice the shit mixing with the aluminum flakes and just be hyped on the fact a good curb spot is still a damn good time. Nobody says you have to wax it yourself, but you can bet some kid did (just like you did back in the day), and you can bet that’s usually why it’s a go.
I must be a little bit older. Never waxed, always just looked for curbs with a heavier paint job. Not saying that’s any better, just a half a generational difference. Imagine all the curbs I missed out on because wax hadn’t caught on yet.
“back in the day” is a subjective term in this case, because “back in our day” (mid 80s) waxing curbs didn’t exist. We looked for painted curbs and that was it. yellow was rad, red was even radder. Looked good on the trucks afterwards.
In Wisconsin, we set the yellow ones up with milk crates on both ends so you had to ollie into it. We’d put escalators on them, make them three blocks long… super fun.
While house shopping, I told my wife I preferred houses that have curbs in front. Like twiddling thumbs; walk out to the street, ollie your bottle recycle bin, and hit some slappies on the curb!
Good comic!
In all honesty, I’d like to see a good curb in a park. Not on a bank, or a tranny, just out where it could be skated and slathered in all manner of wax, until it resembled Creston ledges or the curb-wall at Burnside.
A good, slippery and beaten-to-fuck curb is always fun.
Digging the No Comply frame. Curbtastic.
That’s the one I liked, too.
I was also stoked by that contest. And I vote flat top parking blocks.
I remember times when we would spend hours skating curbs. We had our faves around town. Liberty Plaza, Washington St curbs, the “Shuttle Landing”. Wax is for wussies. I have to earn that shit.
The long red curb next to shakeys in burien . How many parking spaces could we boardslide , axle stall at the top of dennys bank . Good times
granite curbs in Philly! Right in front of Spike Skates..Been there since forever. No wax or paint needed.
Aint nothing better than locked in slappy biatch.
For real, how hard is it to put in a curb? I always suggest them at skatepark meetings I go to and people giggle like I’m joking. I’M NOT JOKING! I’M OLD AND NOT JOKING!
All good curbs get a coat of wax from time to time. Stop pretending you are so damn core you don’t notice the shit mixing with the aluminum flakes and just be hyped on the fact a good curb spot is still a damn good time. Nobody says you have to wax it yourself, but you can bet some kid did (just like you did back in the day), and you can bet that’s usually why it’s a go.
I must be a little bit older. Never waxed, always just looked for curbs with a heavier paint job. Not saying that’s any better, just a half a generational difference. Imagine all the curbs I missed out on because wax hadn’t caught on yet.
“back in the day” is a subjective term in this case, because “back in our day” (mid 80s) waxing curbs didn’t exist. We looked for painted curbs and that was it. yellow was rad, red was even radder. Looked good on the trucks afterwards.
Well, here in Oregon, we were enjoying many a waxed curb in the mid ‘eighties.
I too, loved the mix of red/yellow and blue (handicap curbs!) that would accumulate. Still love it.
In Wisconsin, we set the yellow ones up with milk crates on both ends so you had to ollie into it. We’d put escalators on them, make them three blocks long… super fun.
While house shopping, I told my wife I preferred houses that have curbs in front. Like twiddling thumbs; walk out to the street, ollie your bottle recycle bin, and hit some slappies on the curb!
Grew up on red curbs. Fun fun fun