What does it mean to be a “longboarder”

The fact of the matter is that, yes, there is a stigma surrounding the fraise “I’m a longboarder” for what reason? well, a longboarder could pull a couple different responses out of their back pocket and tell you the truth or tell you the response that would make it culturally appropriate, or you could just say you’re a skateboarder that likes to ride down hills with a larger skateboard. All of these responses have places in conversation, but there is a divide in the culture of skateboarding that creates stigma and really “separates” skateboarders from longboarders.

Before I continue, however the fact that the whole conversation I mention above could be redundant beyond believe, and many parallels can be drawn from it in modern society.

lets just suppose we’re standing on planks of wood, supported by metal, rolling on polyurethane for the same reason. We all believe that this idea is sustainable. We all believe that becoming healthy, environmentally friendly, and vastly culturally accepting people is not a bad idea, and we could really care less about what they; the vast majority of society thinks about us. In todays society, this could potentially be considered counter culture, but to what the categorized cultural skateboarder may thing is progressive, may also be seen as destructive to people in a modern democracy.

But we’re great entertainment, right? elderly people stop but to watch us and give a friendly wave, some not so much. But did we show them something that will probably come up at dinner time with all of their friends? maybe.

The categorized culture of Longboarders, could be considered to skate park riders as being the counterculture within itself. But really, it is hard to draw such a duality when we all ride a plank of wood, supported by metal, rolling on polyurethane. We all believe in the same future for ourselves too eh; Kind, healthy, and badass. One is just more developed than the other

I just started writing these things so bare with my train of thought here.

riding for me was about self improvement, school didn’t offer that social confidence boost, in many ways it degraded it, but thats me; very individualistic. Not hating since school is one of those places that teaches you how you personally learn, be social, all the rest.

Physical self improvement

Hey so you wan to learn how to surf down any road you wish or ride that rail, without falling over once. OH, and hOly just gotta love thinking you can go into any test scenario thinking you’re gonna be good just because you literally just attended school. Good luck buddy, falling/failing is one of the only ways you learn your lessons in life, take the fall/fail ask your self; what went wrong and do it again while moving position slitty each time. The thing about riding I that took away from it was the rocking bod you get from hiking up and down hills and pushing around town. Behond that, it tought me physical dicepline, and healthy eating.

Mental self improvement

So scenario here. you ‘ve been riding for a solid 6 months now, learning by falling and trying again, and the idea of a 60km/road seems sweet. You start riding, get half way and fall, realizing your knee pad slipped exposing skin to pavement, you’ve got some deep road rash. While the neighbour across the street watches pensively to see what happens you exclaim “AAHHHGGGGGG” the neighbours looks at you and his looks says “Well buddy looks like you’ve done yourself in there” you look hat him and say ” ill be fine” because the reality is that you’ve fallen before, you know that your road rash will heal and your body will be back to itself in a month, it frankly annoys you, the neighbour is not helping.

Some of you may have read this story with utter discuss on your face, and some may have said that person knows how to deal with stressful situations. Becoming mentally tough was a large part of riding for me. This metal strength drives me to this day, its not easy getting beaten in a race. especially when you’ve trained and put in the time. You can have the option of dealing with these sober thoughts taking them into light and focusing them for the next race you attend, or you can weaken yourself, drinking and smoking the pain away. Either way, you eventually learn lessons.

Longboarding down hills is fun, the learning curve is harsh and painful at first but the only sting you feel at the end of the road is the one you get when you get beaten by someone you never saw coming.

Or like many of us, you can slide free-ride, freestyle, carve, dance, or downhill.

All are fun, all are culturally categorized as longboard activities, but at the end of the day, we ride.

 

 

Who Dat Boi North Vancouver

The Forecast for the Vancouver area was finally calling for some cloudy breaks, I called Jake up and we both new that we could get some shots in, the lighting was perfectly flat from the smokey haze that was put over Vancouver from all of the resent forest fires that were going on. This was September 2017, but I’m only doing a post on it now because why the heck not.

Jake and I met up that afternoon at Lonsdale quay, and proceeded to figure out what were actually trying to film, after a couple minutes of back and forth chit chat. we decided that a gravel burn out would be a pretty decent way to start the video. So away we went, to the top of skyline drive, to get the intro shot. After that it as pretty smooth sailing with a a couple of minor tweaks and retakes with a few of the shots.

we spent a  good four hours filming, and got ourself’s a good two and half minute video for The Homies Skate to throw up their channel.

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Croatia, Prementura’s atriatic sea

After riding hills in Slovenia for a few days, checking out the Socha Valley, Nanos and the surrounding area’s, Mihael decided he was going to show us the atriatic sea in Croatia. We rallied our crew, camping gear, no boards. 

We drove for a few hours, through Slovenia, then into Croatia, crossing the boarder. Once we got into the camp area, tents got set up, and swim suites got thrown on, then off to the water we headed. Mihael had told us on the drive that there was a cliff jump spot to check out, Emily and I were super keen to check it out to go for a jump or two. Once we got there, the cliff was around 60 ft tall, definitely jumpable. Emily, with a broken toe, about 2 weeks fresh, stepped up before me, the sangria finished moments before was the liquid confidence she needed to send it. She jumped and landed it. Stoked, she hopped back up the rock to giver again. I jumped and followed her back up. One more time, with me jumping first she followed me shortly afterwards, this time she was not too lucky with her toe. She hit the water and was ok, afterwards when she hopped out the toe was soar and the sun was setting. We all sat on the rocks, chatting about nonsense, watching the sun set.

The next day, after waking up fully, we decided we would rent a boat. Breakfast was sandwiches and crackers, we hit the water an hour later.  Our boat was an open top, with a dodger, and 5 horse on the stern. Benjamin, and Sabrina where in our boat, and Mihael, Nadia, and Emily where in the other.

The day whittled away, putting around small islands, snorkeling at each spot we chose. The blue water popped against the green alge, schools of Mediterranean fish swam by the rocks as I free dove. After, we putted into a cove with a bar in it to grab some beer. Chatting about the downhill scene, as longboarders do. We cruised back later to the camp site, we chilled out and recover from the insane sun burn.

 The trip was well worth the time and effort. Croatia’s coast line was one for the books.

Slovenian roads. First three days. 

Short little blurbs and photos from my time skating roads in Slovenia.

Shortly after waking up at noon, fully recovered from jet lag, breakfast filled us up and talk about plans for the day ahead were at hand. Later that day, we hit a spot, and stayed into the evening. The pavement was slightly and fun. Flat corners and not too steep, but still fun. 

The next day we rallied a bit harder, and made it to a spot called Nanos, the terrifyingly chill run. A lane and a half wide, it was terrifying being in front through a tunnel met by a nole where cars can not be seen from inside the tunnle 

Later on we made it to a small town near by and sessioned a corner, Mihael filmed and Benjamin Sabrina and I skated. Emily couldn’t resist the urge to skate, so as them session got dark, she took one slide for the camera. The drive home was accompanied by a nice sun set, and Chinese food was enjoyed once we were home. 

Broken toe side predrift
Mihael and I doing our thing
Mihael filmed a corner
Top of the run, Nanos had a nice view.
Benjamin and I skating some standup slides
Small town in the country side. Top of run
Sabrina, Benjamin, and I skating the flattest corner
Top of the run

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