Mail Drop - letters

Thrasher Magazine, Oct, 2001

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TRAINWRECK VS. HALFORD

I would just like to applaud "some hick" for reminding skateboarders everywhere that going backside on your boyfriend is much more masculine than going frontside on a rail. I would also like to state that you are much more of a contemptible moron than Trainwreck is. The use of phoneticism and the fact that you stereotype all Southerners as homophobes is just as wrong as what Trainwreck said. Also, Trainwreck isn't even from the South, so I doubt you scored a low blow on him with that brilliant scheme. Finally, I would just like to say that you'll never know if Trainwreck is less of a man than Halford cause you'll never flick either of them.

Danny Titiriga

Santa Ana, CA

POLICE STORY

Laguna Beach has retarded cops! The other day my friends and I went down to the fairly new skatepark in Laguna Beach. I've been skating there for awhile and they used to be really cool about pads, or cool with you just wearing a helmet. And now those assholes hired a security guard that fags around and tries to regulate. He's a fucking kook Well, a couple of kids were skating without their pads and the security guard called the cops, like a little bitch. So the cop comes storming in and grabs one of my friends and right off the bat says, "How much pot you been smokin' today? Are you drunk?" And they frisk my friend for not wearing his pads--some bullshit. Even if he was stoned, what does that have to do with him not wearing pads? I don't flicking know Well, while this was going on another skater started to say something about how that was really flicked up and guess what, the security guard says that guy wasn't wearing his pads either. But all of us were skating with him and he was wearing more pads than I wa s. He had taken them off 'cause he was just watching. Once again the same cop says, "Are you stoned? Are you drunk?" What the fuck? By now they had four cop cars there for these padless hooligans.

When do cops ever go to basketball courts and ask them if they are stoned or drunk? It's fucked up. These cops totally crossed the line. They built a park for us to skate, but really so they can harass us: it's some bullshit. The main thing about this--I want skaters to stick together and stand up for yourselves if skit like this happens to you. We have rights too, even if we are dirtbag skaters, All the skaters that night stood up for their buddy who was wearing his pads and we got him out of a bullshit ticket. Speak your mind. Don't let bullshit cops walk all over you. I don't.

Zac Dwight

Irvine CA

Laguna Beach, here, there, everywhere... T-ed

CTFL AMA DEL

First off I want to say your mag rules. What I want to know is, what's the deal with these pansypunk little rollerbladers? They're always bitchin' about how skateboarders are always messin' with 'em. I mean, they say it like they're just sittin' there and we come beat their ass, but it's not like that. They're always tryin' to start stuff They cut us off, steal our tricks, and then act like it's hard. I've been skating for about one year now and I live in a place where there are two skateboarders and one million fruitbooters, so I have a lot of experience dealing with 'bladers. Just yesterday some little woman came on skateboard.com and was bitchin' that skateboarding was too easy so he started rollerblading. See, we don't want to hear that. If that's the way you feel fine, but don't tell us because you'll get your ass beat. I don't care if you roll, but don't bother me. Don't ask me where my blades are because they're up every single fruit booter's ass. What, bitches?

Jason A Colorado

Chat groups are skateboarding? T-ed

Two years ago I started playing football. To begin with I loved it. The next year it was alright. This year I would rather chew nails than play Around the second year I started skating. Even though I'm not any good, I love it. Besides I've only recently started trying tricks. When I told the coach I wanted to skate instead of being a jock, who by the way I can't stand, he said, "You're not old enough to make that decision. You're an idiot. You'll want to play You're too big to skateboard." I weigh 260 lbs., but that is not too much because I had enough leg muscle to ollie one foot in my first week. The coach is an idiot. He hasn't played football in 15 years. All he does is dip and spit and he's still willing to stand up for it. Well, guess what--I'm not showing up at tryouts. Sorry coach.

D-Man

Huntsville, AL

The other day I went skating with the Silver Surfer. Whenever we skate together something is bound to happen. The way we skate is long distance, like 40 miles. What happened today was a very large dog started chasing me. Boy he was quick 'cause I was going 30 mph. He latched on to my back right calf It hurt. Now I'm hitting turtles. You probably think I'm crazy or a liar. I'm neither. Road turtles are white and at 30 they present a very real danger. Really this whole scenario was funny--very funny if it wasn't happening to you. The Silver Suffer was laughing at me. I was in real trouble. The wobs started and that darn dog would not let go. I was going to die. Somehow, on one foot, I pulled it. Don't ask me how. I yelled really loud at the dog, "Stop, no!" and he let go. I think he was too tired to go after the Silver Surfer, but he got me good. I didn't go down. It hurt pretty bad. I just kept going; I didn't want to look 'cause it hurt so bad. When I got to the next intersection I stopped and peeled up my je ans--low and behold, a nasty bite mark. The Silver Surfer caught up and was laughing at me hard. I said, "What's so funny?" He said, "Better you than me." I guess I got paid back from when I laughed at the Suffer when he stepped on that piece of glass in the shallow end in Vegas and bled all over the shallow end. Blood looks really neat on white cement, just as long as it's not yours. We trudged on to what would happen next. Seven miles later I cut an inside corner and a car almost collided with me. Ah, the thrill of the run. Later, a long downhill took place. They don't call it Mount Lake Terrace for nothing. We rode the terraces down to the lake; cool. A bike trail where we would get to juice some spandex rollergoons as well as brush back testosterone-toting 10-speed fags. We push on. Together we ride on the eternal run, wasted forever on a skateboard. The Silver Suffer is no slouch. He has many such runs. His giant leg/wing says it all. I considered it a privilege to be skating in such bad company. We deci ded to reel in a few inline goons and show them what real speed is. We push on through suburbs, streets, and sidewalks. The houses get progressively richer. The cement trail seemed like it went on forever; we had entered the zone now. Our tired bodies felt it but we continued to push on to the city. We approached the college and the people changed once again. Big buildings crowd everything out. We push through the shadows of the beasts. Leaving their tall towers behind, we push on through the industrial heart of the city, water, and we're there.