Day-By-Day At Woodward Skate Camp Part Four
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Day-By-Day At Woodward Skate Camp Part Four
| Day-By-Day At Woodward Skate Camp Part Four
June 20, 2003Words By Ryan Clements & Photos By Big Dave Day Six
After grabbing some lunch, I said my ‘thank yous’ and ‘goodbyes’ and headed back to Delaware. It’s almost a four-hour drive, but the scenery makes it interesting because there are Amish people everywhere. I don’t know much about them, but apparently the Amish don’t believe in modern stuff like electricity, gas machinery, etc. The proof is that I saw this one guy mowing a gigantic field, standing on a huge piece of metal equipment drawn by horses. It actually looked pretty fun, for about five minutes. I also passed two different convenient stores with horse and buggies tied to the dumpsters. The funny part is that you can buy a “Horse & Carriage Ride” or “Visit Amish World” (or something like that). They may be ignoring modern society, but they’re certainly not ignoring the almighty dollar.
The rest of the evening was spent with my godparents, talking about whatever and drinking Southern Comfort in honor of my late grandfather, Frank (he started having me pour his shots at age of four). They had this really powerful flashlight that literally lit up the sky that I was fascinated with. Well, I was more fascinated with shining it at their neighbors’ windows...good night. Day Seven
NO PHOTOS OF BIG DAVE: Big Dave broke his ribs before I arrived at Camp. He was doing 50/50’s on a flat rail that angled all the way down to the ground, to where you don’t have to ollie to get on to it...just ride up it. The board slipped out, and WHAM, broken ribs and a night in the hospital for Dave. He spent the better part of three weeks just hanging out and moaning when he had to sit, stand, or make his way up and down ramps. He did one hell of a job on shooting all of the photos that you’ve seen...thanks, Dave. And he’s coming back with a ton of great ideas for the reconstruction of our Kiddie Course this fall.
Day Eight
My nose noticed that there was a guy behind me smoking cigarettes like they were going out of style. I thought they were out of style, but he must have been stoked that you can smoke in restaurants in Santee. I was minding my own business when the lady asked, “You don’t want no bread with that?” “I didn’t see any up there,” I replied. “It’s up there,” said answered, as she motioned towards the buffet. Another couple walked in and sat down at a booth. Here’s the conversation that went down: Old Black Lady: “It’s serve yourself.” Young White Girl: “Excuse me.” Old Black Lady: “It’s SERVE YOURSELF. What do you want to drink?” Young White Girl: “Orange juice, please.” Old Black Lady: “Coffee or tea.” Young White Girl: “You don’t have orange juice?” Old Black Lady: “Coffee or tea.” When she was grabbing the girl’s coffee, I left a dollar in the tip jar and got the hell out of there. The old man was stoked on the money. I hopped in my truck and went to the nearest gas station, but found that it was a restaurant. What? Then I went to the next closest gas station. Closed. Then I went to the next closest gas station. Out of business. I got on the I-95 and headed as fast as I could. Later, Santee...I won’t be back. I arrived home eight hours later and relaxed with my wife. It was nice to get away by myself, but it sure was great to be back. I mean...I’ve been skateboarding for 18 years. How the hell did I know that when I started at the age of 12 that I’d be where I am? Damn I’m fortunate to be able to do what I’ve done. I’m already planning another trip to Woodward. |
