The first time you do something on a skate is pure epiphany. You must be balanced, ballsy and creative at the same time. The whole world makes sense for an instant. Like the first time I hit over vert I pooped a huge skate woody. There was this chick named Jamie who had tried the week before, fell, and broke her wrist. She inspired me to take it to the next level. Since then Jamie has sprained her ACL. Knees suck. All of those little muscles, tendons and bones just waiting to be blown to a million pieces if you don't respect them. I sprained my knee a couple of times. The first time was the result of sex gone bad. The second time from skatin' and psychobilly. I am not sure which was worse, but I can still walk and skate so I'm all fight for now. What's not all right is that there is some fucker who is trying to rip up China Creek. China Creek is one of the world's oldest skateparks. No coping, no bullshit, just some sweet ancient tranny and a couple of flat bars; truly something for every skater out there and also an important piece of our history. If this bastard named "Michell" (real name: Michel Des Rochers. This bastard thinks that he is French or something. He sucks!) gets his way he is going to replace
The Creek with some convoluted piece of modern concrete bullshit, or even worse, just remove the whole place in its entirety. I really hope that you guys can send some local articulate skateboard enthusiasts to persuade this inbred, French bread motherfucker to go get a real job and quit fucking with the skate community out here.
East Vancouver, Canada