Striker’s Tales: 07.14.12
So with a weekend off of the madness of touring around in a 33 foot rv full of cariboo beer and a pack of wild longboarders it was time for me to take a break and clean the F-Bomb for a family get away on the sunshine coast. Of course I had to sacrifice something by doing this and it was the Dockside Disaster Urban Outlaw Race in east Vancouver over the weekend so I had my eye in the sky Eric on the scene running the race and representing Coast Longboarding and of course Cariboo.
“The day started off with Louis blowing it. He was sleeping on the couch when I woke him up; He jumped up and yelled “Did we blow it?” “Naw man it’s only 9”. Some of the crew headed to Bon’s Off Broadway first, some bussed to the course, and the other few managed to catch a ride with all the supplies. I got there just after 10:30 and there were already kids skating!! We were stoked!
There’s a sweet pedestrian cross way at the start of the course and Ethan decided to try and bomb the spiral on the way there. The metal railing attacked him, he ate shit and broke his nose, there was blood pouring everywhere, He didn’t want to race anymore good thing we picked up a super hot blonde chick named Kat who had the balls to set his nose right then and there.
Louis set up his BBQ at the finish line and started selling smokies. So I sat around for a while waiting for racers to show up and register and since everyone was running on skater time we pushed the race to a half hour later. People poached free ride runs until an angry looking resident came out and looked like he was calling the cops so we put a halt to the freeriding before the race started. We finally got twenty one racers registered and decided to get this thing rolling.
The heats were built and we headed up the hill. The first round was single push only from then on it was thunder dome rules! ”Two men enter one man leaves!” The racers were on the line I yelled out “racers ready!” and POP fired off my dollerama cap gun… which miss-fired… more than once. The heats were gnarr! So much carnage! Riders were hitting the sharp curb and going head first into the blackberry bushes. Tuan really needed kneepads. Seemed like the best way over the curb was to early grab it. People ate shit. Trucks were bent, baseplates were snapped, hardware was sheared right off, so many trucks ruined.
Just after the curb into the alley there were speed humps leading into a sweet switchback. Cody got pushed right into a parked truck during semi-finals. Finals was intense as Andrew Chapman pushed like a demon all the way to the second corner and got a good ten feet out before the alleys. They all charged into the alleys, Brandon ate shit and flew into the blackberry bushes allowing Justin to pass him and claim third. Hugh kick flipped the curb! Keeping him at second but not managing to catch up to Chapman in the alleys as he cruised to victory!
We headed on over to the dock a block away for podium. It was heaps of fun eh. After we invited everyone back to the Stoop for a BBQ. We smoked five racks of ribs and poured Cariboo Root Beer all over them. So all in all it was a pretty sweet day, not bad for the Stoops first race. Can’t wait for the next one.
Well thank you Eric I really like the part of puke face getting his noes busted and reset by a hot blond babe! And how about the sick video and edit did by the stoop boys!! Really captured what downhill skating is at its roots! Wild in the streets!
Here is the Coast Longboarding pic of the week from the Philippines “Hey Strike! Gotta share this pic with you when I ate shit a couple of months ago! Bombed a hill shirtless and half shell and wiped out at around ninety clicks hahahaha. YEAH PHILIPPINES! YEAH COAST LONGBOARDING!!! PAY IN FLESH!!!”
So the not so generator is not working again so next week I’m taking it in to a professional to get it fixed once and for all or so I hope! This is pissing me off the most right now after a little taste of heaven was back at square one. No power!
Talk about seasoned and ready for a trip! I got off work Friday at 4pm went home picked up baby and momma packed the car and through rush hour traffic to North Van where we hide the Family Bomb. Packed that sucker and on the highway to the ferry by 5pm pretty much rolled right on the 5:30pm boat then made it to the wonderful garden bay lake for sunset! Perfect!
If you have been to attack of danger bay then you know the gatekeeper Irene bambeenie. She normally collects your cash at the gate and depending on her mood lets you inside. Bambeeno is on the gate from Thursday till Monday with very little breaks…. I mean no breaks. She has been the machine for years and even gave me her notice a couple years ago but came back to hell to give me a hand!
So when we got to pender we found bambeenie she finally moved away from my crazy dad and is always home safe before dark. We have a big crew of longboarders in pender harbor and it was getting the point where some of the kids were getting picked on and so Irene took it upon herself to start a new team in pender harbor that wasn’t team green. So she started a team called team Irene!
Any longboarder can join team Irene but they got to follow some simple rules. Team Irene! “No bullying, no strife! We are a team.” “Do everything you do with excellence. Cant do it right, don’t do it at all.” And “be a person of integrity. Do what you say your going to so.” And team Irene “We never litter!”
Irene told me with an evil eye that I better show up for the first team Irene fundraiser. It was a longboarders car wash at Garden Bays John Henry’s Marina to help all the young boarders get to races and act as a team while do so.
I needed to be there from 10am till four…. or else. And I knew loud and clear what that meant. I brought my family up to Pender for a weekend get away and we had plans in Egmont all that day but that was all out the window after I talked to Irene.
This was important to team Irene and the Pender Harbor longboarders so of course we came and I showed my support. I had a shit pile of prizes for the downhill rats. Helmets, wheels, longboards and ice-cold Cariboo Root Beer. For all the hard working parents of course I had ice-cold Cariboo and that’s all you need!
It was a nice relaxing day all the boys were out there busting there little asses washing trucks all day then Irene came over and demanded I set up the pa and start being the announcer at the carwash. So of course I cant dare say no to Irene so I set up the pa system and I started blabbing most the day on the microphone in the parking lot.
Parking lot announcing is great. it made the day entertaining for the parents, team Irene and Irene herself. I did have much to talk about so I found myself harassing the tourists or terrorists as the locals call them to give us there money and it worked I think.
It was like a mini Danger Bay really. We had Irene the king pin at the cash box we had the parents cooking, and supporting the kids. We had the very famous attack of Danger Bay local mad man camp traffic control Manro directing traffic it was great!
As the day went on it was time to pick on Manro a bit. He’s quite the character and the night before he had his 65th birthday party at the garden bay pub so he showed up first thing a little under the weather but that didn’t stop him from getting wet. It was a hot day and Manro was running around with his shirt off, his old man boobs, wolf man hairy chest and baldhead was just waiting for me to shave. So we did. We gathered a hundred bucks towards team Irene $50 bucks was my donation of course. I’ve wanted to shave this guy’s uni brow for years now.
We shave this mans whole chest and stomach, head, arms and back. We even got right in there and shaved his 65-year-old treasure chest. Don’t think for a moment it was just me shaving poor old Manro all of team Irene took a moment to shave a little off the top. Success! And I finally get to shave that meter long hair sticking out of his forehead! Yes!
Just when I thought I did my time I didn’t! it was past noon and I was already late for the plans I made to meet up with a family in Egmont. I told Irene I was leaving now and how everything was great and she was quick to tell me I wasn’t going anywhere and to get back on the mic and get back to work! So I did!
Four rolled around and we held a draw for all of team Irene and the whole team got everything they needed! The kid who needed wheels got wheels the kid who needed the helmet got the helmet, the kid who got the knee pads need new knee pads and the kid that didn’t win shit I rigged the draw and he skated away with a set of much needed wheels. At the end we had a Bucsu Longboard to give away so the team had a vote and gave it to one of the members that just cracked and destroyed his board a week prior so Irene was proud of her team for that one and I’ll say after that is success! I think the boys pulled in over $1000 bucks towards races for whoever is making it out to the upcoming races! Stoked! Glad I could help and honored to have a chance to be a part of something so special and to see the kids so passionate about longboarding and getting out there and representing to the community who the pender harbor longboarders are now! It’s a whole new breed! F%$#@in eh team Irene!
After all that I finally got my little family to Egmont we parked right beside the lake and the chill was on. We spent all the rest of Saturday there and all of scorching hot Sunday there. Egmont was where I started more serious downhilling when I begun downhill. At night there was a lite at the cross roads and a hill and we would spend hours hiking drinking, smoking and crashing. I taught a few riders at the cross roads and that hill after I left taught many more to come!
I must say it’s so nice to head back to the roots of it all. I love the people of Egmont some of my best buddies and memories were out of there. Living in the bush and by the lake working at the fish plant over the summers. My early days of longboarding, I bough my first VW Westfallia van in Egmont. my heart is in Egmont and so are the prawns! It was a really nice reunion with my family, good friends and peace and quiet.
Thanks to Craig from the Highway Gospel and his persistence on trying to hook me up because of my character I have a meeting this week with Force Four Entertainment‘s development producer and director of development on something to do with my crazy life and how I juggle my family life, Canada Post, Cribb-Bombs, announcing races and beating the shit out of my body recovering from crashes. We’ll see what becomes of it! Probably nothing but you never know!!
Fffff-Bomb off to whistler this weekend for the Whistler Longboarding festival. This will be one of the biggest races of the year and I can’t wait to see all the internationals out for this one. Get to whistler this weekend and come watch the crazy racing and me announcing the chaos all weekend!!!
Thanks Cariboo Brewing, Landyachtz, Switchback Longboards, S&J Sales and Concrete Wave and all of you reading Striker’s Tales for all the support!