I met Lester when I was about 15. He was the first one of my friends to get a drivers license / car.
Which, as you all probably know, is a complete game changer in a lot of young skaters lives.
All of a sudden the world becomes that much more much bigger and infinite. Places that seemed so far at first, weren’t anymore. I spent a lot of road miles with the dude. And saw a lot of amazing things
Seeing him on here as Bubblegum Tate was always a trip for me, because our conversations were never ever about shoes or gear or the like. Like, I always knew he was a big gear guy (his car trunk was never not full of stuff he’d sell to people on the low, or straight up just give out for free to kids), but seeing him confidently talk about all that stuff with such sheer authority in all his posts always impressed me. He really truly loved that stuff.
One thing I don’t think a lot of people knew about him on here is just how big of a skate nerd he was. Like….the dude knew his shit. Like, really really knew. Like, intensely knew his shit. I guess all the gear talk maybe monopolized his time on here, but dude could literally talk your ear off about the most obscure skate stuff, especially when it came to San Francisco Bay Area skating.
And I welcomed it every time. It was an honor for me to have my ear talked off my him.
Hope all you guys are well.
I’m not on the message boards too much anymore these days, but I just knew I had to write something for a very very old friend of mine who essentially helped create the love for skateboarding I still hold to this day.
Rest In Peace, Lester.
Rest In Peace, Bubblegum Tate