Damen Way was breaking up a fight. Got punched fell and hit his head. Paralyzed the entire left? Side of his body.
Close friend of mine’s fiancé was breaking up a fight. Punched in the face. Fell back hit his head and died a few years back.
At a club and a dude got punched. Hit his head on a bar stool. Died.
Happens quite a bit.
Bummer this went down. Cops in SF and other cities have really eased back on enforcing skating. Years ago is was crazy.
I never gave security a hard time because I never wanted to deal with the cops. (Been locked up a dozen times over night for skating, punched in the face while cuffed to the bench in SF Chinatown station, dropped off at the Robert Taylor homes South side Chi by cops, chased through CHI, SF, many times. )
Some cities like LA now have purple suit guys on bikes that are the buffer between security and cops. When I’m out with the young dudes... they seriously have no respect for any type of authority.
It trips me out. I can’t do it. I have to leave, I’ll try to slip the guard some cash for a few tries, but I can’t deliberately skate in front of them. It’s just what I’m used to. Never did I like spending the nights in jail. (Even though most cases were dropped).
What happened at Black Rock, in my opinion is unfortunate and just bad decision making. Different generations deal with different circumstances. In my SF days I had too much respect for the people who were from SF and laid the foundation. I personally would never blow up a spot like that. Nor did I want my ass beat or clumped up charges.
Maybe this situation changes things... maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes cats think about certain consequences, and what’s important at the end of the day.... which to me is.... coming home to my kids, not getting too injured so I can continue to do what I love, and not bite the hand that feeds me. No trick is worth risking all the above.