Rick had the camera ready: low to the ground, but pointed up for exaggerated perspective on the skateboard. He was crouching next to the half-pipe but facing away from it, looking instead at the railing Jeff Carpenter was trying to get a grind on.
Jeff kept screwing up the end of this trick where he dismounts from the rail with a kick flip, even though this should've been the easiest part. The hard part (which Jeff somehow kept nailing) was the start of the trick where he did a Japan-Air off the mound and landed on the rail one-footed to start the grind.
The park was closing and Rick had to get home soon if he wanted to edit the footage in time for Jeff's official board release the next day.
"One more shot, or we'll just have to use the stuff from yesterday. At this point, we could even just show one of the times you nailed the start and just cut away to something else at the end!" Rick laughed a bit but Jeff wouldn't look at him. Fairly unsuccessful. "All right, then. Shooting and ready when you are, Carps."
Jeff Carpenter flashed Rick his eyes then looked back at his board and exhaled. He pushed off.
He had enough speed as he hit the mound and lifted his leg off the board. Rick was right under him when Jeff planted his left foot at the top of the mound and launched himself and the board into the air with just his right foot on the board.
Damn, and he really launched this time. The landing would be harder, for sure, but Rick was worried about the shot. He wanted the perspective. He wanted to see the height Jeff was getting. He backed up a bit to get 'em both --
--And back-pedalled straight into Lupo Nunez going up for a 540 on the half-pipe. WHAM went Lupo's knee into Rick's bony butt and ZOOM flew Lupo's board straight up and off of the pipe. Rick face-planted straight into his camera which then planted straight into the concrete. Lens, screen, SD card holder: all cracked.
"You MISSED it! Jesus, Rick! You spend all day dinging my balls on this and you're out for the count as soon as I... Oh, shit, Rick - you cool?"
Groans from the ground. Rick unearth's his head from his devastated camera. It doesn't look good, but he's not bleeding.
"Damn thing, saved your face, Rick! How's the other footage?"
Rick looked down, still speechless. It was a not-so-pretty sight. He shook his head with a moan.
"Fuckers... Aight. Well, let's do what you said and use the stuff from yesterday, then. I gotta roll, man. Lupo - you alright, man?"
Lupo and Rick shat on Jeff at each other, unable to find the words. Fuming at themselves, at each other, at the stupid park, at health. Crash-landed they stayed.
"Ha! Guess y'all need a moment, then!" Jeff smiled and skated off.
Jeff kept screwing up the end of this trick where he dismounts from the rail with a kick flip, even though this should've been the easiest part. The hard part (which Jeff somehow kept nailing) was the start of the trick where he did a Japan-Air off the mound and landed on the rail one-footed to start the grind.
The park was closing and Rick had to get home soon if he wanted to edit the footage in time for Jeff's official board release the next day.
"One more shot, or we'll just have to use the stuff from yesterday. At this point, we could even just show one of the times you nailed the start and just cut away to something else at the end!" Rick laughed a bit but Jeff wouldn't look at him. Fairly unsuccessful. "All right, then. Shooting and ready when you are, Carps."
Jeff Carpenter flashed Rick his eyes then looked back at his board and exhaled. He pushed off.
He had enough speed as he hit the mound and lifted his leg off the board. Rick was right under him when Jeff planted his left foot at the top of the mound and launched himself and the board into the air with just his right foot on the board.
Damn, and he really launched this time. The landing would be harder, for sure, but Rick was worried about the shot. He wanted the perspective. He wanted to see the height Jeff was getting. He backed up a bit to get 'em both --
--And back-pedalled straight into Lupo Nunez going up for a 540 on the half-pipe. WHAM went Lupo's knee into Rick's bony butt and ZOOM flew Lupo's board straight up and off of the pipe. Rick face-planted straight into his camera which then planted straight into the concrete. Lens, screen, SD card holder: all cracked.
"You MISSED it! Jesus, Rick! You spend all day dinging my balls on this and you're out for the count as soon as I... Oh, shit, Rick - you cool?"
Groans from the ground. Rick unearth's his head from his devastated camera. It doesn't look good, but he's not bleeding.
"Damn thing, saved your face, Rick! How's the other footage?"
Rick looked down, still speechless. It was a not-so-pretty sight. He shook his head with a moan.
"Fuckers... Aight. Well, let's do what you said and use the stuff from yesterday, then. I gotta roll, man. Lupo - you alright, man?"
Lupo and Rick shat on Jeff at each other, unable to find the words. Fuming at themselves, at each other, at the stupid park, at health. Crash-landed they stayed.
"Ha! Guess y'all need a moment, then!" Jeff smiled and skated off.
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