Maybe this belongs in the awkward skatepark encounters thread, or some such, but I’m gonna put it here anyways, on account of it seems relevant to this here discuss.
Back in the early 2000’s, when I was still working for a bay area based manufacturer/distributor, I used to stop off at the Alameda skateboard gymnasium regularly as part of my post-work decompression routine.
I have a clear recollect of a couple of occasions, within a week’s timeline, that I came across a young lady, in her early teens, wearing tight,girl’s cut pants, a short leather jacket, Joan Jett hair & heavy eye make up, blasting insanely floaty l, glue footed ollies all over the park, laying down wild tricks all over the place. This kid was gooooood. She had style and exhibited supreme board control. Shit was wild.
It wasn’t too much after that, I realized that THAT young lady was, in fact, Corey Duffel.
Imagine my surprise.
Anyways, Duffel is an extreme corn dog, but I will always hold a modicum of respect for that gnarly girl who absolutely crushed that shitty park like (s)he owned it, when there was nobody else but me around.
I’m not even trying to compare Clive & Corey, just adding that little seasoning to an already amusing thread topic.
Peace be with you.