The writer’s struggle is very much the skateboarder’s struggle, the skateboarder’s joy is very similar to the writer’s joy.
Even if you think the idea of “winning,” is bullshit, you have to admit that someone stringing together a sick run without falling is exciting… at least it should be.
"This is the secret treasure hidden inside of our pursuit of skateboarding. The activity is so terrible for us, and cares about us so little, that we can’t possibly do it without loving it. Which means that even the ugliest and biggest assholes in our midst are capable of love."
Both started as illegitimate offshoots – skateboarding from surfing, video games from scientific computer laboratories – and found their own footing through periods of rapid refinement driven by core practitioners.
Skateboarding might be on television and pretty much everywhere, but it’s not the NBA, NFL, or even the PGA.... yet.
"Not only is this functional and it looks good and you look down and feel cool, it’s a statement saying that I reject everything you guys are about"
Should it bother us that the dumbest things are generating the most cash?
If you manage to do just one good trick, and then follow it by another, and then another, then you’ve achieved something beautiful my friend.
Skate shop, social center for a bunch of lost kids, and a place of pilgrimage for skaters all over the world.