Rikk Fields is a Wigan born beast of epic proportions (at least in a figurative sense) that will skate absolutely anything you put in front of him. He shreds the living shit out of transition but is just as comfortable sliding down a handrail, unless of course he falls off, in which case he is usually very uncomfortable and tends to writhe on the floor quite a bit. Our story begins in a seemingly distant universe called ‘summer’ when Rikk was residing at ‘Chez Belvedere’ in Falmouth. As most Wiganers are accustomed, Rikk was taking regularly walks on Gyllyngvase beach in a very ‘well to do’ manner when he got the urge to start chucking himself off stuff and into stuff. He tried (as others have) to frontside grind this extremely tight and rugged concrete transition but could not quite get his truck to make decisive contact with Cornish lip. So he decided to ollie into it instead. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Where did he land – bet it was almost on the flat!’. Actually, no. See where the top of those weeds on the end wall reach to? That’s about where his back wheels made contact.
Mr Fields had many more four wheeled adventures whilst in ‘The Kern’, but this is definitely one of the gnarliest things I witnessed his Jack Russell like frame perform. Come back son Paaaaal!