Day-By-Day At Woodward Skate Camp Part One
June 10, 2003
Words By Ryan Clements & Photos By Big Dave
This was basically the ‘day of driving,’ though I didn’t mind at all. Solitude is good
for the psyche, especially if you’re around people as much as I am. I left my house at 5:40am and
arrived at my aunt’s in Delaware at 9:45pm. I drove a total of 1007 miles in 16 hours, but I drive
the speed limit and I only stopped twice. Not to mention, there’s a ton of construction on 95N.
Time flew by as I listened to Bubba The Love Sponge cd’s, mixed in with a little Johnny Cash
and Hot Water Music, and I had dinner waiting for me at Aunt Ro’s when I arrived.
Oh man, the photos would be great, but I forgot to bust out the camera.
I spent about half of the day answering email, and the other half working in Aunt Ro’s yard.
See, my Aunt is 80 years old (although she acts like she’s 40), and her yard needed a little attention.
I brought some of the leftover Clements Lawn Service equipment with me in the back of my truck and did
her grounds proper! It looked so good that even the gay dudes across the street gave their
approval. The evening was spent with my cousin, and godfather, Monte. We had a nice dinner and
then went to a gentleman’s club...oh yeah.
I left Aunt Ro’s and took a whole bunch of back roads to Woodward. It was raining the entire four-hour
drive. I kept thinking, “It’s got to stop raining sooner or later,” but how wrong I was.
I got there and had to run into the office to sign in because it was really coming down at that point.
The worst part is that it was cold as hell, too! What was going on? I would have gladly traded
85-degree Florida weather and humidity to get the rain to cease...no luck.
What's wrong with this picture?
Fat guy trick number one - pivot to fakie
Chillin' with the cool campers
Kevin Sullivan - 50/50
Once I got all taken care of at the front office, I got settled in my room, and then took my
time walking around from building to building. I checked out some of the new stuff, but
ended up in Bud’s Barn, playing pool with Trevor Ward and Scotty Conley. The rain was certainly
putting a damper on the excitement. Anthony Furlong and Big Dave arrived from doing laundry,
dinnertime came and we chowed on the usual Woodward grub. I opted for the salad bar...can’t go
wrong with some veggies.
Jeremy Knibbs - backside 360
The kids in the back are wondering, "Is this guy really pro?"
Grant Taylor - kickflip fs grab bigger than you can air it
Visiting pros Trevor Ward and Scotty Conley
At 6pm, there was the weekly pro/camper skate jam in Lot 8. It’s where each visiting pro has a
group of three or four campers and each ‘team’ gets three minutes to skate. My team ruled!
I had Kevin Sullivan, Jeremy Knibbs, Grant Taylor, and a couple of other little guys.
Jeremy and Grant absolutely killed it...I didn’t have to do anything (not that I
could realistically competed anyway). Mark my words right now...Grant Taylor is the
next Tony Hawk. To make a long contest story short, Grant’s head-high stalefishes
over a 10 ft. gap weren’t good enough. We didn’t win. First place went to Pat Chanita
and his crew of beginners. No hard feelings, guys...
By the time we got out of Lot 8, it was nearly 10pm and everyone was talking
about going out. Well, going ‘out’ for me meant going to sleep. I watched Big Dave and
Channita shoot some pool and then it was off to beddy-bye for ol’ Clements.
Pat Channita - frontside flip
Pat Channita's winning group
Renton Millar - backside hip ollie
Renton Millar - down-under ho-ho
If this is you doing this gap ollie, post your name in the comments!
Anthony Furlong - transfer
Scotty taking a nap on a frontside Bertleman
Scotty on a 270 frontside boneless wishing he was sleeping