Time to get building, be resourceful and figure out how to keep this thing going.
We got busy with the hammer and nails, Skill-saws and countersink screws.
The ramp era was born. Born out of necessity, we had a deep drive to keep the fun and stoke alive.
Before too long a network of ramps were popping up in the strangest places all over the country.
From barns to farmers fields, the back end of sport centres and on private land out of the public view, we begged stole and borrowed to hoist our splintery creations. Every diehard skater in the dark days helped out and taught themselves how to do it.
These times saw an awesome high speed progression in skateboarding. It didn’t go up in the level of participation but the level of performance went through the roof.
We kept it alive, generating a thinly spread underground movement with occasional sparsely attended contests and homemade skatezines and newsletters to communicate between tribes.
Out of nothing skateboarders created and upheld their own scene. This book tells that story.