my skateboarding career ended in 1974 when my two by four skateboard with steel roller skate wheels hit a rock and i tumbled and for days it seemed and down the sidewalk outside my parent house in boston. by the time the cast came off my arm and summer was gone. but i have always admired the x games types and surfers especially. i think i spent the first month after i moved to southern california on the beaches and piers watching the surfers and bemoaning that fact that i had missed my calling. it the sort of thing you should learn young and before the horrible senses of self preservation and self awareness burrow in. or else at best and you will be so worried about not getting hurt or laughed at and you will wind up looking like a trained bear. i always admired how a good surfer seems to not care about anything but that moment and that wave and that experience. at one with the forces of nature. a good surfer makes it look like there is nothing else but that wave right there and and the way you interact with it. there a lot of zen in it to me. this documentary outlines how a few young folks took the surfing concepts and extended them to skateboarding. ramps and downgrades and low sweeping curves while interacting with the cement waves beneath their feet. in their day and time and this was all new. radical. prior to the zephyr skate team the idea apparently was to go as fast as you could in a straight line on a skateboard and hence my long evel knievel at caesers palace like tumble down the front walk. this film is a look back through time and to an america before everything was labeled and tagged and marketed and and jam forced down our throats as extreme. (seriously and what so extreme about an extreme value meal at taco bell. other than the fact that it is an extreme hazard to your colon. ) watch this film and watch the birth of extreme sports. before there was an x games and before boom boom huck jam and before crusty demons and before the asa. there were these young street urchins who created extreme sports without really trying. they were just doing it for the purity and the pure pleasure and of skateboarding in the sun with friends. i hope they get a cut of the extreme money out there. goodness knows they do not get the credit they deserve. maybe this film can correct that. excellent film with a great soundtrack and a portrait of a southern california and indeed an america and that no longer exists. i do not care for sean penn but he does a decent job narrating. 
my skateboarding career ended in 1974 when my two by four skateboard with steel roller skate wheels hit a rock and i tumbled and for days it seemed and down the sidewalk outside my parent house in boston. by the time the cast came off my arm and summer was gone. but i have always admired the x games types and surfers especially. i think i spent the first month after i moved to southern california on the beaches and piers watching the surfers and bemoaning that fact that i had missed my calling. it the sort of thing you should learn young and before the horrible senses of self preservation and self awareness burrow in. or else at best and you will be so worried about not getting hurt or laughed at and you will wind up looking like a trained bear. i always admired how a good surfer seems to not care about anything but that moment and that wave and that experience. at one with the forces of nature. a good surfer makes it look like there is nothing else but that wave right there and and the way you interact with it. there a lot of zen in it to me. this documentary outlines how a few young folks took the surfing concepts and extended them to skateboarding. ramps and downgrades and low sweeping curves while interacting with the cement waves beneath their feet. in their day and time and this was all new. radical. prior to the zephyr skate team the idea apparently was to go as fast as you could in a straight line on a skateboard and hence my long evel knievel at caesers palace like tumble down the front walk. this film is a look back through time and to an america before everything was labeled and tagged and marketed and and jam forced down our throats as extreme. (seriously and what so extreme about an extreme value meal at taco bell. other than the fact that it is an extreme hazard to your colon. ) watch this film and watch the birth of extreme sports. before there was an x games and before boom boom huck jam and before crusty demons and before the asa. there were these young street urchins who created extreme sports without really trying. they were just doing it for the purity and the pure pleasure and of skateboarding in the sun with friends. i hope they get a cut of the extreme money out there. goodness knows they do not get the credit they deserve. maybe this film can correct that. excellent film with a great soundtrack and a portrait of a southern california and indeed an america and that no longer exists. i do not care for sean penn but he does a decent job narrating. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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