A quick stop in Thrashville, Tennessee.
Nate Benner | Ollie | Photos by Tom Mull
Rough cement and rusty kinks. Gettin’ gritty in ol’ Virginny.
Nate Benner | Kickflip Fakie | Photo by Dave Mull
After a long day driving from Baltimore to Appomattox, Virginia, our cousin-in-law, Noah, insisted we session his garage even though we didn’t roll in until midnight. His super mellow mini-ramp and this pressure sensitive light-up box thing that his hardcore band uses gave us some late-night regalement before hittin’ the hay.
For the past three years I’ve been working at a prep school in Massachusetts. Students here are academically motivated and follow a pretty rigorous daily schedule. For many, there’s not too much that’s unscheduled. Perhaps it’s because of this that the desire to be wild is sometimes even stronger. Maybe it’s something innate in us. Whatever the reason, all I know is that this spring, there are a lot of kids coming out to skate and just be wacky fairly often after classes. The 19th century wild man of the woods, Henry David Thoreau says, “I would not have every man cultivated any more than I would have every acre of earth cultivated.” This is the uncultivation of kids at the Academy. This is kids being wild, and really, just being kids.
Birds, wind, bricks, and grass hill bombs. Baltimore was a fun quick stop.