Our first ramp was built in our backyard at our house in So. City. We didn't really have a yard but we had this huge wooden deck that no one used except for us kids. I remember seeing the Architects plans for the deck and they modeled this sort of tropical backdrop of leisure and elegance. My parents had vision so they bought into the semblance of luxury and easy living. Of course I don't remember any extravagant parties or Sunday afternoons eating brunch out on the deck. What I do remember is the fog, wind and cold weather in So. City and it's power over keeping us indoors most days of the year. We would set old furniture outside and in a number of weeks you could see the deterioration from the harsh weather. What a perfect place to build a ramp. No one used the deck, if we thrashed the ramp or the deck it was ok because we could just replace the broken parts and we had a view. Our house has a view of this valley and the deck was built approximately 20 feet above a sloping hill so the view was great. Along with the view was the imminent plunge off the side of the railing. We built the eight foot wide ramp right next to the railing so a fall to the right could of landed us 20 feet below amongst foliage, rocks, and the hidden marijuana plants begging for sunlight. The view actually was an advertisement for use. All of the kids below us, not below us, but living below us could see the ramp and us riding at nights and weekends. Some of us who rode from So.City were myself, Sergio Huerta, and others whom I can't seem to remember their names. We actually had one person rise from our ventures and make it into the pro and magazine scene. You can look up Paul Hugasion and find pictures of him in Thrasher and the parks in the Midwest.
to be continued.....
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