Matt Helgason, that dood had a dad that didnt really trip on what he did. Matt had the first Sims snowboard that I ever saw outside of a snowboard shop. He was from Norway or someplace. We used to ride a jump ramp at his dad's house on Clyde Hill.
Matt Gallardo, dropping in on Ranquets 'Nature Ramp' in SLIPPERS...and doing backside ollies 3-4 feet out. For those of you who dont know or dont remember that ramp was pretty much over vert for a minute. I remember dropping in multipule times and free falling the vert part. sketchy, rad and gnarly. I think he married "penny". Talking to him was sometimes a challenge because he would try and be so wierd on purpose, or not say anything at all.
Alex Nameroff, he did stalled handplants almost as good as Lance Mountain. My memory is prolly skewed on that one but he was years beyond my ability and always a super nice guy.
I forget the guy who owned 'granny's ramp' but his dogs bit me on the ass once when I showed up to skate. The ramp was in the backyard of his grandma's house, hence the name 'granny's ramp'. I fell in love with his sister one year when I ran into her at a club up in Crossroads, some dance club. We started talking and it led to skateboarding somehow (wtf me?) and she started talking about her brother and the ramp at her grandma's house. Lynwood I recall. Really wide ramp with a roll_in. They only let us ride bikes on it once, lol. Who was that girl? She found me on Myspace back when that wasnt ghey but then we lost touch. She kind of looked like Shamane Francis...you dont know who that is, but she was an eleven back in highschool.
Scott Smiley, that dood could put it down. I witnessed a run at Nature ramp where he did like a five minute run - everything TO TAIL! Backside ollie to tail, bodyjar to tail, crail to tail, etc.and each time he SMACKED the coping so nicely. props to you S.S. I still have the Seattle Times article where they got busted for the whatever bowl with concrete ready to mix up and shizza. That run was rediculous.
Ranquet got mad at me for a bunch of shit I didnt even do, he tought me how to ollie over speed bumps at Bellevue Highschool so I cant really bitch about that. He did the best slappys on some curb in Eastgate, full on king pin breaking mob styles. He took me up to baker one time and I was sure we were going off the cliff. Bald tires with complete wanton disregard for traction. Mike, you suck at driving. The last time I saw him was pulling out of a bank parking lot driving an Audi with a big Slayer sticker on the back window, lolz.
Greg Bernier got a pair of 12" subs in one of his shitty cars. That was the first time I ever heard NWA, and the first time bass ever tickled my eardrums so hard that I was rubbing my ears. I hate Greg for making out with my GF while I was down in California. Eff you Mfer.
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