so the gabel, the duke and myself found ourselves in sunny santa barbara on business... monkey- business that is... and while meandering along the boardwalk we stopped at the skate park to take in the talent. before long little gabel had hopped up on the park wall to take a closer look at the gravity defying spectacles before us. a twinkle in his eyes... a tremor in his legs... and a hint of mischief written on his face. off he ran, into the skate park, into the mayhem of screeching wheels, into the tumult of teen spirit, enveloped by adolescent body odors laid out like a wall of smokescreen, never to be seen again. ...but if you could have seen him on the other side you would have seen a toddler defying all odds... aquiring a stray board... dropping into the bowl for a warm-up-sesh... careening in a perpetual motion... carving effortlessly... like a hawk, soring tirelessly... and finishing with a kicktail wallplant. ...transitioning into the stairs and landing a half cab impossible... followed by a basic fakie ollie and finally pulling off a truckhook impossible and a finger crusher. he completed the course tic-tacing toward a ramp and in honor of Andy McDonald he pulled off a wicked backflip! phenomenal skate sesh... phenomenal phenom.
