SKI JUMP
like launch into a bank. California had not seen
a significant amount of rainfall (see graph A)
for roughly three years until this winter. We
showed up at the ski-jump only to be denied
by two feet of mud, large tree branches, and
a pond of water at the bottom complete with
a full family of ducks. The only highlight of
that ditch was a good laugh directed at me
for trying to carry all of my gear and dropping
my board into 3 and ½ feet of water. It was
a damn good thing I had those Juju ceramic
bearings. They’re still fast as fuck! We rocked
out for Lemmy and Motorheaded on our way
to the next ditch and got in another quick
sesh in just before dark.