Check it out. Everyone just thinks of mini ramps as things to screw around on—jungle gyms for adults or something. But what a mini ramp really is, or can be anyway, is a community.
I got my ass handed to me a couple years ago by circumstance. I was engaged, did y’all know that? And I owned a business together with my man. Both things went away, right around the same time. Reality bent, disorientation unfolded … but the show must go on.
Circumstantially, I started skating this one backyard mini ramp a lot. Here, slowly, I collected all of these shining people who are now my shining family. To all who wander or are lost, see, there’s always a new somewhere to turn.
This is all just a long-winded way of telling you that that ramp’s gone now. Wet Northwest winters had done a number on its bones. We tore the thing out and took the last wood to the dump yesterday. Sure, it was a little sad. Like with an old, sick dog, though, we knew it was time to put it down.
But! A new ramp’s coming! Different dimensions, fresh strong wood all smelling of sap. Maybe see ya there this spring?
Me, back then. Fun = good for mind and body.
Benjamin H. Graham in that nice afternoon light.
Unscrewing. The opposite of getting screwed.
Bye bye, baby.
A cozy Sunday at the dump with my bests.