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Max Schaaf - 4Q CONDITIONING

So you be good to me and I'll be good to you, And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion I won't attack you, but I won't back you.

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--Life on Wheels-- Book

I got this book  some years ago, but within the last decade. This woman Michelle Blomstedt made it with photos she had of her dad and his friends,(that's her as a baby on the back of the gen shovel) I believe its all northern calif. Lots of great images, about 7"x7" thought I'd share. These are scans from the copy I bought.

like the old blog days. scanned some photos.... scanner works.



"A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours" - The Smiths


I try not to be doom and gloom. But i've been guilty of it, the following short story is about such a time.

   It was in Australia, during the filming of the  TENT CITY trip, we camped out most every night, random places, parks, peoples backyards, the skatepark, rarely at a legal camping spot. So after one of the sessions we asked some skaters----- "hey where is a good place to camp?"

 - "eeeehhhhhhh fuck mate" "dunno"
--"anywhere where people will just leave us alone"
-"ehhhhh like crap, ehhh uhhh well theres a dump down the way"
--"like for trash?"
-"ehhhh yeah we drink down there sometimes ehh"

 so we regroup, discuss our failed attempt at getting solid camping info. But we're all wiped out from skating, and we want to set up our tents, get a few slabs of beer, unwind and talk shit. So we fold, and drive down to the dump. We kind of find a spot where the dirt and grass had already grown over the trash. We limp and shuffle out of the van and grab our shit and start to chicken head around for good spot to lay our tents. Far from snoring, far from sleepless shuffling, you got to get the right spot..... most of all a flat spot! So I moved  my tent twice, unsettled each time, then i finally just said screw it and put it right near the van and the road because it was flat.
  An orchestra of zippers going up in down, the sound of piss on a tree, and so much nylon sleeping bag swishing noise, a burp, a fart, a giggle, then possibly some snoring. I laid there often thinking about the day, images spinning through my head. It takes me a while to fall asleep, always. A few hours later I'm half asleep and i hear car wheels on the gravel road, but I'm still kinda sleeping, then i hear a car door open, some laughing, a beer bottle fall to the ground, then a fast running noise through the grass around us......thena brief pause, every thing was silent for a half second....... well then everything around me caved in, like a car crash. The car crash was a mans ass coming down hard on top of my tent, landing directly on my face, smashing my big german irish nose. Oh shit!!!
I forgot to mention, right before the silence the guy about to jump yelled "GET FUCKED YA CUNTS" So Im lying there totally confused and shook. And i went fucking dark!-- Why me?
We need to find these guys and kill them, were they skaters? who does that? is this attack on america? is this gang related?........slight embellishment at the end there. But no shit at that moment i was ready to leave the trip early pack my shit and go. My nose killing me, my tent all janky, but most of all my pride was dinged and dented.
    I ended up falling asleep for a couple hours and then awoke to the sunshine, and dewy grass, and low chatter of people waking up. " you alright max?" yeah all good. And we packed for another day. I looked around and the dump was kinda of at beautiful spot, and my friends were all there and guess what,,,,, we made it to live another day.
   But when your in the middle of shit, it's easy to let it get you and take you down and not think of the next day, and the sunshine and your friends. SO in the middle of this wild, frightening time we are in at the moment, I'm trying not to go dark.  This is real. Our president did not take it seriously, because he's business man not a leader. Let's work together and be smart about this.

Some stuff from the last few days::

i cut the tunnel out and cleaned it and found 100 pin holes...... but all in all its a good hummer tank so I'm making some mods and fixing it.




pen15 club



that has to be 5 miles more of gas

to bee continued 









going to retire this one and put it on the wall, so sick of people dragging finger across it


in case it get froggy


March 17. Bay Area " shelter in place" corona virus day

thanks for stopping by, I've noticed people are following suit and putting energy into these blogs again. happy to see that. It puts energy back into individuals hands, and outs less into the big cespoul of crap. I believe its a better forum for an individual. we'll see

this light




   this love



this temple



this lady




this hummer tank getting reworked









kick flip on vert

  the first person i saw ever do a kick flip on a vert tamp was mic-e reyes...... it was about halfway
up the ramp. the was the late 80's maybe almost 90. It was a typical friday night session at the widow maker ramp, one were jake had let a handful of the SF street skaters come for the session. Lot's of amping during those sessions. Mostly grinds, ollie, disasters, some backside airs. I don't think Mic-e rolled into the ramp to get to skate, but from time to time Jake would turn a blind eye.  He hopped one the ramp, did a few turns and then BAM did a quick kickflip halfway up, then took a seat.
  I was really tripping on it, for weeks I thought WHAT IF? you cold do that at the top, or even out.
So i tried it every so often, sometimes it wold flip so perfect and be on my feet but I'd kick it away thinking it was too good to be true. Then I had heard rumors of others trying and i really want to stick it. When you haven't seen something done, you put this mystique around it, its less tangible, but seeing mic-e do that one halfway up kinda made more real, that thought lingering in my subconscious.
  I'm not saying I was the first to do it, but one of the early few. I always thought the division between street and very should be more grey. I guess more like they are in modern times.

So here's one years after those first ones when i was a little more comfortable with the flip. Over the channel and into the woods. Gabe took the photo and it was still film, Im sure there was a pile
of 400 speed black and white film of bails laying next to his camera bag.




a photo michael schmidt took long ago. cruising down from twin peaks

this ones the shit and contemporary with a timeless sound


for all the ones that are "some-timey"

Not on every sunday xlch




i really had no idea how much fun the XLCH is.
64x69x69
i also like the lunchbox square oil bag..... I'd never change it for the more popular
earlier one. Its funny how things trend, especially when the esthetics aren't more appealing.
  Regardless, I've known Toby and Sara for a long time now, somehow we've all ended up with
these early sportsters.

















2012 Sioux City for The El Forastero 50th

would love to have a few more of these conversations with Tom. Little Jer in the background
working on Toms pan.





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