Found this rad spot. It was a bank with a channel in it. Filmed a BS pop shv over it. I know nowadays everyone is good at every trick. But in my day, you either had fs or bs shove its. And FS has always been the easier way for me. I filmed a bs pop shv grind on this weird spot a few years ago. But as for just a BS pop shv, unless I'm forgetting something, I haven't filmed one for about 23 years. Did one over a curb cut to curb cut driveway gap back then. My little brother always had good BS pop shvs. Which was pretty demoralizing as a 15/16 year old and your 9 year old brother can do a trick better than you. He also had better switch 180s than me. This was back when switch was just getting invented, 90/91. He was kind of the fire under my ass to not slack. No one wants to be shown up by their little brother. Also, it was rad growing up, always having someone to skate with. Probably one of the main reasons I never really skate alone to this day. 3 years ago, my brother passed away from this fucked up shit called Huntingtons disease. He was 29. Normally if I came across a spot like this, I would probably just kickflip it and be on my way. But, i'm filming this part and already have a few kickflips. I want to have a little variety. Tried a heelflip for a while. But that didn't work. For some reason pop shv came to mind. It was a bit of a struggle. Maybe 20 - 30 tries. Kept flipping over which has always been a problem with that trick for me. Got a nice primo. About halfway through, I felt this sudden calm. My little brother was right there with me, giving me pointers on how to bs pop shv. Started getting closer and closer. Near the end, I almost didn't care if I landed it or not. I was just enjoying the process so much, I didn't want it to end. Eventually I did roll away.
Long story short: Went skating with my dead brother's spirit. It was rad.
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