My homie Mike held on to a ton of our old stuff.
This old Indy was my first good trucks. I painted everything black back then to copy my cousin Bones but the deck is likely a veriflex? I had 3 veriflex pigs.
We had crazy madness. Constant construction of Frankentrucks in the 80s.
Hey you wanna run one pro 3 and one g&s for a while? Sure let's do it.
We eventually stopped that. We focus on grind kind kingpins and bushing combos. Loose as possible always.
The sidewinder hanger is a trip. I loved that truck.
This miller board was our back up always. We loved this board.
The g bones I was bummed about. I was bummed on the first complete my folks bought from a co worker.
Black street hawk with trackers g bones and all the plastic crap. My father made me leave on all the plastic shit.
Mike was like just break the plastic stuff one piece at a time.
The tail bone first followed by the copers.
My father stopped trying to put the shit back on after a while. This is someone who never would help with broken shit. He hated skateboarding so anything to make it less fun for me was fun for him. No bullshit.
Mike and his parents helped me stay rolling. Let me hide extra shit in their garage that they sometimes bought me.
We learned impossibles Tre flips basically everything together pretty early on. He had videos I had mags so we would work everything out together.
We made tons of zines. I wish I had those. Anyway
RIP Mike man I wish we didn't stop hanging out. Im sorry bud.
He finished cruising on the only truck that matters it seems.
I miss you bud.






