Showing posts with label tom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tom. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Progression

So in my continuous search for new people to skate with, I posted about a skate session we would be having on the Burlington Vermont thread, in the Silverfish's New England forum. To my surprise, some one not only got back to me, but they actually showed up on time! Gunnar met Jack, and myself at Mallets Run on May 2nd, around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Gunnar's preparedness was outstanding, and enthusiasm to learn refreshing. After gearing up, and going through safety protocol, we talked about skill level and limitations. Gunnar, before our sessions, I would consider a beginner, because he had all the basics, but lacked the intermediate skills like sliding. He showed great awareness of his surroundings, and never the bit heedless. All of these things contributed to his quick progression. In two days, Gunnar went from chirpy, stinkbug slides, to buttery drifts around corners. It was remarkable. Something that took me years to figure out, he gets in a matter of days. I think it's awesome.

It just proves that anyone can do this. It just takes some basic understanding, protective gear, and common sense. People don't deep sea dive with out their life support systems, commonly known as a Self Containted Underwater Breathing Apperatus, so why would you skate with out the proper protective gear? Gunnar was able to skate more, because the gear he was wearing protected him from harm when he fell, and falling is going to happen. Reduce your chances of injury, and greatly increase your skate longevity. With the proper gear, limits can be pushed, and confidence expanded, but don't let it get to your head. You are still mortal. Know your limits, and always maintain control of them. "Don't let your ego write checks your ass can't cash".

By the end of the first day, Gunnar had made a dozen of decent heel, and toe slides on his Landyachtz Evo, Bear852, with s9 goddess of speed wheels. He understood more about aerodynamics after doing some downhill runs with Jack, Tom, and myself. Since Jack is all of 110 pounds, I was bump-drafting him into the sweeper, so he could take it a bit faster. As the sun began to drop, Tom and I set up some slalom cones for a GS course. The cones were spaced a full road width apart, starting at 30 feet, and progessively reaching 50. Jack even got in on the slalom action, riding my LY drop speed, O-tangs, and loosey-goosey Venom barrel bushings. That was a great day. Day one of the Gunnar sessions.

Gunnar sessions: Day 2.
Kyle and I met Gunnar at Overloook Park, May 4th. We did a few warm up runs, Gunnar was more confident in his slides, and was hitting them at higher speeds. We then proceeded to the bike path, towards the White Barn. This was Gunnar's first time riding the bike path with some speed, and when he got the first major turn, he busts out the cleanest drift. The White Barn, with it's blind turns and sweeper, posed no problems for Gunnar. We posted up at the hairpin, and Gunnar was nailing one hand drifts around it. Kyle was floating around the hairpin, letting the back end of his surf bug swing out, as he leaned hard on his heelside. No hands needed.

Skate today because tommorow might rain.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Playing Catch Up

Yesterday, April 25th, was a really fast day. Tom and I made it up to MR around 10 am. We took turns driving and skating. MR is at least a mile long, top speeds around the high 40's (MPH), features includes a 90 degree right hand turn up top, some mellow turns in between, and a high speed left hand sweeper at the bottom. We were reaching 40+ mph before the first turn (90 degree right), and had exit speeds in the high 20's. We believe the optimal exit speed wold be at least 30, in order to get to 50 mph before the sweeper. Tom got a little twitchy around the sweeper, and blew out once on the right hander. I had some hard scrubbing to do around the right hander in order to hold my line, some wider trucks might resolve this issue *que Kahalanis*. I was feeling really comfortable around the sweeper, even when cars were coming up, I was able to hold my line on the outside.

After the MR runs, Tom and I made our way back into Burlington, picked up Kyle and Justin, and headed out to Mallets Bay. If you know where Marble Island Marina is, then you can find what we call "Mallets Run". A road with no houses, Mallets Run is full of open, unsold lots, making traffic low, and parking plentiful. Mallets Run maybe short, but it sure is sweet. Plenty of mellow turns, room for drafting, passing, and a right hand sweeper that gets better everytime. Throw in some tunes, beer, food, and more skaters, and we got ourselves an outlaw. Keep on the look out.

Until then...

good luck playing catch up!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

and then...

7:10 a.m. - Alarm

9:00 a.m. - Meet Tom, Kyle, and Carter at MR. MR is wet, we mobilize to the back-up hill.

9:30 a.m. - Irish Hill is green, so we gear up.

9:35 a.m. - Clutch. Clutch. Clutch (thanks for driving Carter, next time we'll try on getting you an automatic).

10:20 a.m. - Four runs in, the town starts emptying the fire hydrants onto the road for some reason, so we start taking the 90 degree right hander before the bridge. Estimated speed: 43 mph. Five runs. Nine runs total.

Noon - Haul chain. (literally)

6:00 p.m. - Pre-Thrash BBQ. Delicious.

8:oo p.m. -THRASH- Cluster fuck to organize.

8:30 p.m. -THRASH- At the hill. At least 12 people, various skills and abilities. Started out on the "Snake Run", then the "S-Turns", "Raoul", and finally bottom of the Davis Center. At the Davis Center we set up some hippy hoping obsticles that were pretty advanced, and not something the whole group could participate in, although most tried. Kyle was having a good time of course, and Carter was getting some really good footage of him. It was fun, and a little dangerous, while it lasted. Everyone was about ready to leave...and then...

9:40 p.m. -DRAMATIC THRASH'N FINISH- Tom purposly got in Kyles line, who was about to make the last manuever in his perfectly planned run, which was being filmed. I stood there as the match was stuck against a rough surface, pavement. Anger. Thrown chair. My phone rings, and the timing couldn't have been better. I hope that shit never happens again.

10:00 p.m. - Cha-Ching

11:00 p.m. - Blog writing, melt, sleep, or is it sleep, then melt?

See you on the hill, and leave the drama at home.