the jackassworld road trip, day 4 – san jose
Following our previous night out in San Jose at the Blank Club, a bar owned by former professional skateboarder Corey O’Brien, the guys motivation to get up and do much of anything was greatly diminished. Plus, no one was really looking forward to the prospect of hitting up the new Lake Cunningham skate park first thing out of the gate. So with the help of our San Jose “fixer” Reeps and Santa Cruz music mogul Sneaky Greg, we hooked up a backyard mini-ramp session to ease into the day. Wee Man made workable use of the ramp’s awkward extension, while Chris Pontius finally felt like getting back onboard following his extreme hamster ball experience at Moñtana de Oro.
Mid-afternoon we followed Reep’s over to the new multi-million dollar Lake Cunningham park, which is basically the equivalent to an Olympic training facility for skateboarders. Some real architectural masturbation went into this shapely pile of concrete, the vast majority of which was lost on us. Or maybe we were just being babies because the park required full pads and the people operating it refused to sign the paperwork we needed for filming purposes. Anyway, the park is scary big and I guess it took out three people the previous day, one of which included legendary professional Steve Caballero, who was practicing for the upcoming World Cup/Tim Brauch memorial contest on Sunday, September 28. I’d brashly assumed the place was going to be too big and daunting for the average kid, but there was a 12-year-old girl doing frontside grinds in the big bowl, while a 4-year-old boy was rolling into shit that I wouldn’t even consider doing in full Road Warrior pads. So at this rate, who knows, maybe a whole new breed of X-Gaymes skater will emerge. Hopefully the little bastards will have the foresight not to do any reality TV shows about their dramatic lives. We left Lake Cunningham without ever pulling our boards out of the van and instead grabbed some 12-packs and went over to another backyard mini-ramp construction for an infinitely more fun and relaxing time.
The night eventually ended for us back at the Blank Club, where we learned, once again, that alcohol, Morrissey cover bands, and live webcasts don’t always mix. Dave England committed a few online no-nos that will probably result in our Ustream account being banned, but oh well! Enjoy this shit while it lasts. Thanks again to Corey and Reeps for showing us some good old fashioned hospitality while we were in town!
(photo by Sean Cliver; San Jose, CA; 2008)
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Day #3: The boys were running on about 63 percent, so not much skateboarding from any of us really happened.
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Every dog has its day and so it came to pass on Thursday in Santa Cruz that we somewhat had ours. Most everyone woke up feeling a little behind the eight ball
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Back in the days of Big Brother, Jeff Tremaine and I would usually detour the magazine's "skateboard" road trips through some form of viewable nature setting
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jackassworld road trip, day 2 – montaña de oro
Following our live night out in San Luis Obispo (the feed of which did not include a random hairdressing moment between Preston Lacy, Ehren McGhehey, and Chris Pontius in the wee hours of the morning), everyone was a bit slow off the mark to rally in the parking lot for a breakfast run—everyone being Dave England, that is. After a good 45 minutes of everyone standing around in the parking lot—everyone not including Dave, that is—we finally loaded up the vans and sent one in the direction of Montaña de Oro to do some inflatable prep work, while the other pulled out of the hotel and literally drove 50-fucking-feet across the street to park at a breakfast spot. (I don’t know, for whatever reason this struck me as funny at the time.) Anyway, after a mass ingestion of the Butter Barn’s cholesterol bomb, we headed out to the coastal cliffs to join professional workhorses JxP Blackmon, Scott Manning, and Mike Kassak. Most everyone enjoyed the very scenic overlook of the Pacific Ocean (the majestic beauty of which prompted Dave to shit his ass out, while Preston simultaneously unloaded his biscuits and poached egg in a remarkably unrelated bodily incident a few bluffs over), but not so much the sight of a fully-inflated, Zorb-like, clear vinyl ball wedged into the ice plants atop a sizable sand dune. The only one who didn’t shy away from the idea of seemingly whimsical roll down the dune and onto the beach below was Chris Pontius (if only because he’d done something very similar in Russia on Wildboyz). But, as we soon found out, no two rolls are apparently the same; in fact, this one was a lot more like a “car crash,” in Chris’s own descriptive words. At least it was one he could still walk away from, though, because the futuristic jellyfish of an orb was not so fortunate. It was pronounced dead on arrival.
(photo by Sean Cliver; Los Osos, CA; 2008)
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After jamming with Steve-O on "Time To Die," we hit the northbound road around 2:00pm with a set destination of the California Central Coast region—Los Osos, specifically.
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Let me start off by saying I hate being in neutral. I always get cabin fever at my house, so I thought let's get on the road.
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So once Dave England finally managed to join us and chug his jug of pee it was off to Pasadena to visit Steve-O.
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