Timeless

Eddie Elguera – April 1979 at Oasis

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“The best part of beauty is that which no photograph can express.”- Francis Bacon Sr.

Eddie Elguera and Lance Mountain came by the house the other day. We skated, talked about contests and pools from the past and basically had a fantastic time. There is a timelessness to them both. When I was living back in Pennsylvania, I had photographs of Eddie taped onto my wall. He was inventive and inspirational. In the mid 1980’s, I was in the military. I would buy Thrasher magazine and see images of Lance ripping. My friends and I watched the Bones Brigade videos. We all thought that Lance really represented what was at the heart of skateboarding for all of us. There was a beauty in the act of just riding. It was the souls expression. Perfection. No rules, no coach, no ego…  just a skateboard and its rider. Here we are many years later in Peter King’s backyard at Ridiculous. They are inspiring. Men of God. Good people. Great skateboarders. Timeless. Thank you to Jim Goodrich & MRZ for the images. Thank you to Eddie Elguera and Lance Mountain for being who you are. This was previously posted in January 2012. Skate- Ozzie

Lance Mountain- VA Beach – June 1985

Lance- BS Ollie at Ridiculous -December 2011

 

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Thanksgiving

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I have a great deal to be thankful for. I talk about being in gratitude often. It is true. I am in gratitude. My life was a full toilet bowl and I was choking on it. I found all sorts of things to bring me to my knees. I suppose we all do from time to time. Happily, I am no longer wallowing in it. Sober and stoked. Thanksgiving day, I went with Melanie and we went hiking in Los Angeles. I love being here. I don’t like the traffic but there are too many benefits, especially if one skates pools. We climbed higher and higher up the hillsides. People were out walking dogs and completing a pre-Thanksgiving feast exercise regimen. I had to agree. If I was going to stuff myself silly with turkey and everything else, a healthy hill climb wouldn’t hurt. Arriving at the top of a hill, I turned and scanned the properties below. The city loomed in the distance. It was unusually warm. Pools reflected back the sunlight.

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Virtually every yard had a pool. Close to the bottom of a nearby hill, I saw plaster and tiles. “Whoa!” I stopped, craned my neck and took a closer look. “Oh yeah…” Melanie took me by after our hike and the house proved empty. The pool sat dry as well. I took a photograph and told a few friends. I posted it up. Viva Emptiness.

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My phone started vibrating. It seems that my friends had been hip to this one for quite a few months. They had found it, they had skated it and they were thankful. I hope everyone had a great holiday. Thank you to Arto Saari for the images. Skate and be thankful- Ozzie

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Robbie

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CREW

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Sidewalk Surfer Crew

Skateboarding. Since its earliest days, everyone that has skated has had one. Every era. A crew. Most skateboarders belong to one. It consists of the group of people we normally skate with. People who push us, inspire us or have a similar mindset. At other times, it is convenience. Who happens to be at the park, pool or ramp on any particular day.

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Lonnie Toft and friends. El Rio Pool

In the forty plus years that I’ve been skating, I have ridden with quite a number of people. I’ve been lucky to have the friends I have. I’d be less than honest if I said that riding a pool with Tony Alva is anything other than inspiring. I grew up in the farmlands of Pennsylvania. Looking over and seeing that guy beside me in a shallow end is a pretty surreal thing. It is not lost on me. The same applies for so many others that I’ve had the privilege of riding with. It is hard to stand idly in the shallow end as Salba throws himself over the deathbox. He makes me want to progress. Conversely, I have even more fun skating pools with my best friend Jim Howell. We’ve been skating together since 1977 or so… Just driving into a dirty afternoon together on another skate mission is all it takes to make my day perfect. History and friendship. Brothers.

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John Zask, Billy Rix, Salba and Adam 12

I’ve watched skateboarding change dramatically. I have watched it die. I have seen rebirth. In recent years, I looked on as Brad McClain, Ben Raybourn, Cody Lockwood, Chris Cole and other young guns completely change the way I saw pool skating in the time frame of one single session. It is an evolving world and it is good.

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Back: Josh Borden, Kyle, Cam, Ben Raybourn, Willis Kimbel, Chris, Front: Me, Lance Mountain, Skreech, Mason Merlino

The good thing about skating with a crew is that you have all of the history to go with it. It adds to every session. The crap talk, the stories…  Hell, some dudes just come to the pool and tell stories. They barely skate. It matters not one bit. They are there and that’s what counts. The Old Bro’s in San Diego are one such crew.  I’ve noticed that they always try and ride together. They have set days and times. They make a space on busy schedules. Mandatory. They have a rich history in the San Diego area. Bill Billing, Doug Marker, Kyle Jensen, E.R. Gilmore, Adrian Demain. These names and the other guys in the Old Bro crew have been mainstays on the San Diego scene.

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Old Bro Crew- Adrian Demain, Joel Tarquin, Doug Marker, Bill Billing and Kyle Jensen.

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Bill Billing

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These guys have a collective history within the skateboarding community and it stands as a testament to the power of their longevity and a hardcore love of skateboarding. I’m happy they are here. Gather your crew together this weekend and go skate. This life isn’t dress-rehearsal. We only get one go around. Make it count. Thanks to NAKA for the images. Skate and love your crew- Ozzie

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Suffering

The man woke in the dark like he always did. He had been dreaming. This time he had been a bird. Freedom.  Corrections officers were loud out on the pod. He turned on his side and listened for a moment. He knew that it was probably close to morning but it was hard to tell in here. There was a small gash of plexiglass close to the ceiling which let in light. The walls outside were massive and blocked virtually all sunlight from reaching them anyway. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. His cell mate snored away above him. Reaching over beside the thin mattress, he pulled out his penlight and the skateboard magazine that he had traded contraband for. He glanced at the glossy cover.  He thumbed through it and was pretty stoked.  “Whoa!” He had turned the page to a pool article. “This Jimmy Wilkins is ripping!” He paged through and saw other photographs that made him feel like he was back in a better time.

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He had finally got his hands on a different skateboard magazine about five years earlier. Thrasher. TransWorld. He didn’t recall the name. It was lame. All he saw were a bunch of kooks falling down stairs. The magazines seemed to be bending over for the advertisers. Whatever. It wasn’t skating to him. He had rode almost every day before he was placed in here. He remembered the golden times. The money. Endless boxes of product. Autographs. Women… He remembered a girl pulling him by his hand underneath a contest ramp to an isolated spot. She just smiled and knelt down. She said his name as she unzipped his shorts. “Gator” He recalled those times in his life often and let his mind soar outside of the confining walls he lived in. He heard his cell mate still snoring and jerked off into his pillow. He was a freak then and he was a freak now. Back then, no one knew. He wore his mask well.  Leaning on one arm,  he paged through the magazine again. It was full of awesome stories and great pool and pipe photographs. It was soulful and real. He chuckled as he came upon a photograph of someone he recognized. Owen Neider. They had rode at Del Mar together all those long years ago. It briefly made him happy that some of the old crew were still ripping.

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He soon heard the Corrections staff opening the pod and getting the inmates ready for breakfast. The prison was dangerous. It was full of every race and culture. It was no melting pot though. He smirked to himself. It was more of a garden salad. The cucumbers stayed with the cucumbers. The black olives stayed with the black olives. The iceberg lettuce remained with its own kind and although they may lay on top each other from time to time exchanging juices, their flavors never mingled. It was an odd and joyless world. Persistent pain.

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He looked away from the magazine. Jessica. He thought of her from time to time. She was the one white-hot incandescent spot that burned in his brain and made his nights sweat-soaked and sleepless. Jessica. His association with her had put him in here. This was what he told himself when he thought of the horror of a human being that he became. The moment he choked her, the line blurred. He wiped a small tear that threatened to spill from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t for her. He didn’t operate like that. He was wallowing. He only thought of himself. People were objects and she was the one smudge of his pathetic past that he couldn’t wipe away. It reappeared every day. Cursed. Failure. If he could be honest for one second in his life, he would know how he deserved his suffering. Thanks to MRZ for the images. Skate  – Ozzie

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Bobby Piercy / Mystery

Bobby Piercy (RIP) at Carlsbad skatepark. October 1977
Quimby Street. San Diego. He snorted a line and handed the rolled up bill to the thin leggy girl beside him. She looked delicious with her peanut butter brown skin and long fine hair. They had been up all night and a pall of cigarette smoke hung near the ceiling. Empty Heineken bottles stood on virtually every available flat surface. Dawn burned orange through the blinds. Bobby rubbed his eyes. They were red-rimmed and sore… as was his nose. He and the girl were wrung out like water from a twisted rag. Marathon sex was hours behind them and still the mirror whispered its mantra ….  
Bobby Piercy.  Rumors abound. Grist for the mill. Playboy bunnies, cocaine, BMW’s…. the high life. Bobby was a superstar. Reportedly, he was the kind of guy that loved life and lived that life to its fullest. He was a World Class skateboarder. He won slalom & downhill races, rode pools, parks and pipes. He had fine ladies around him at all times. He was a ripper.
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One day, Bobby simply disappeared. He wasn’t there anymore. It was as if a giant hole opened up in Point Loma and swallowed him up. The grapevine. Innuendo. Subtle hushed conversations. “Bobby was arrested for dealing blow.” Furtive looks and worried expressions… “He’s now in the Witness Protection Program.” Yet who really knows the truth? Can anyone ever truly know? Is he dead? Some stories describe Bobby as being executed in a drug deal gone wrong. Has he actually just moved on and is living his life as a balding, big-bellied hardware store clerk in Utah somewhere?  Bobby Piercy knows but he’s not talking. At least not to anyone who knew him back in sunny San Diego in the 1970’s.

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I prefer to think of Bobby as he lived. Wide open. Possibilities. Unlimited and  lawless…. that is the Bobby Piercy that I admired. Thanks to Jim Goodrich for the images. Skate- Ozzie

Bobby- La Costa 1977

Bobby- La Costa 1977

 

Addendum- People have commented on Bobby Piercy and his mysterious disappearance. I include them here. – Ozzie

 

    • Met Tommy a few times when I was a Kid, 1965 0r ’66 through mutual friends, he was already a Team Hobie “Star”……ran into him over the years, Surfing & Hanging out ….as I got older, I don’t think he remembered me as “that kid” ….But as an up & Coming “GROM” ……haven’t seen him in ages ……Bobby was SOUL ……if you did not know him, chances are…..you wouldn’t. Not a “DICK”, just liked having “Friends” ….Bobby, arrived at P L High 1972, from P B …..Nobody knew much , other than He was a P B Pt. Local, and he dressed, all Rock ‘n Roll —-Like Jagger or S.Tyler. …Knew some mutual friends …B. Kreft, D. Andrews, T. & C . Kessler, S. Frye, L. Emmet, R.T…etc., …We’d see each other surfing at S. O B Pier, couple other spots., Just saying, “What’s Up” …”Hey, Pretty Deep” or acknowledging each other…He Called me “Kid Kool”, he did not know my name yet ..Saw him at “Acidopholis Acres” (Heavy Local Cliffs Break)_He was Hangin’ w/ Joe Lynch & Steve Lis (FISH INVENTOR) Burned one, after surfing …invited me to a party at his pad…come alone … (Friends Only)……Knew Many of the People there, his Roomy, was B K (B.Kreft) friends for yrs. ….Leaving the party, B P says, ” Dude, that ‘s Wild, You Know Half my old friends & the other half are Yours—-I don’t know why we’re not already Hangin’ Out” ……..FRIENDS were his FAMILY, and Bobby treated you that way..ALWAYS a Hug & A Handshake ….He was the Only Person, that called me “SILVS” ….Or “COOL” …he couldn’t call me “KID”….That was Jon “KID” Riddle (Jon Riddle Surfboards) He was a Bad-Ass fighter, but only treated people, with Love and Respect, unless you were a KOOK and Deserved a Beating….One of the Greatest Friends, I have Known…Greatly Missed …He Backed his Friends …even took the fall, on some Police action, for me. He was an Awesome Surfer…Then I Saw Him Skate !!! ……… IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE …They’d Shoot HILL ST (Name Says All) …no pads, Helmet …..JoneZy ….Steven Jones, wore zero protection …..so there was NO BAILING ….Another great guy…Just Nuts…But a GOOD Nuts, Almost as Fast as B P …………Bobby May be Missing…But NOT GONE …as long as we remember Him, His ways & Lessons he taught US …Friends are like Family, if not, they are Merely People you Know ….Bobby is Still a Part of us, Like We ARE ALL Part of His FAMILY …..What Happened ??? We’ve ALL WONDERED …Does Tommy Know ??? Well, IF He Does, and he is Keeping quiet FOR BOBBY ……Well then, Good Deal …I don’t need to Know, That’s B P ‘s Call . He Was a Great Friend …..A Legend ……He IS FAMILY ….BY THE WAY >>>>>>>GREAT PHOTOS >>>THANK YOU

    • Bobby went “Missing” in the Early 1980′s ………81, or 82 …..I don’t think he ever saw my 5’9″ Quad, Rick Holt shaped in “83 …WOW 31 0r 32 years …met him at 17… gone at 27 ………3 times the years we hung out ….remember him like it’s been 5 yrs.

      • Ozzie hell of a tribute to our friend. Thanks so much. I must of read this 10 times over the weekend.

        I was telling a story to a friend the other day about how I told Tony Hawk in 82 when he was opening his first shop and going pro that there wasn’t really a lot of money in the industry. He was dating one of my cousins at he time. Richest skater of all time now. Shows how smart I am. Anyway I told him this because I knew a lot of the skaters from the 70′s. He asked if I knew BP and I said sure he was the first skater I met and lived just up the street. That got me thinking of BP and I found this page. Hell of a tribute and dead on.

        I met BP in the mid 70s at a skate show. Went there to meet him because a mutual friend said he would be a good addition to my business. Gave him a big old rail just before he went out for his part in the show. Broke his arm. Blamed myself so I took him to the hospital and stayed all night making sure he was being taken care of. From then on he was always there for me. I was at Avalon in 77 when he won the slalom. Shortly after that I had to take a trip compliments of the state.

        I came home in the winter of 82 and one of the first people I asked bout was BP. He was up in Mammoth skiing but as soon as he got back to Dago we got together. Went skiing in Colorado a few times and just plain partied. BP was as wild as they come and I always loved him for that and his extreme sense of loyalty.

        In the late 80s I got another trip this time compliments of the feds. Ronnie’s timeline is a little off above. I know this for a fact. Ronnie is Jimmy Ray (another of BPs good friends) one of your cousins. Seems like I met you once when I lived in Pont Loma next to old Manuel Silva. Been trying to find JR for some time. Miss all the old bros. Anyway one of the first things I did when I got home was ask how BP was. This was 91. I was told that he was presumed dead. In fact I was given the keys to BPs Porch and told there was a dispute on who was support to get it and not let anyone have the car before the dispute was resolved. Back in those days if something happened to a good friend I always wanted the answer and help if needed..

        The story I got was he was out at the river where he loved to go and was a little bit impaired and dove in and never came up. No body as we know. This came from one of the witnesses that gave the report to the police on the matter. I’ve seen BP surf while very impaired more than once in good size waves so this did not make sense to me. Then I found out there were indictments coming down and he was on the list.

        I find it very hard to believe that he would ever hurt any of his friends or associates by talking and I would have most likely have heard if so. That being said it does happen. Both my trips were from friends that talked.

        I prefer to think he is still out there being BP. If not shaking up heaven a little or a lot as the case may be.

        Where ever you are bro as you can see from Ozzie’s tribute your are loved and missed. When I looked into your disappearance I spoke to about 15 people. The women cried and the men got teary eyed.

        Thanks Again Ozzie

 

  1. Bobby lived around the corner from me in Kearny Mesa back in the 60′s. I have pictures of us from elementary through high school. We were the two kids without moms, so our two houses were the hangouts after school and during the summer. Bobby started surfing at 6! Our group spent summer days at my house, Bobby’s (and his little brother Donny), and at the beach. Before the water shortage in the early 70′s that started us all skateboarding, Bobby was a world class surfer! Yeah, he was wild, but one of the truest friends you could have. I was sad, but not surprised when I heard of his death. He was an amazing guy who lived life like there was no tomorrow, no regrets, never looking back. His ashes were scattered off the OB pier, so he’s back where we all started. I’ll miss him always, but I have only great memories of those long San Diego summers!

  2. Ahhhh the sweet smell of the seventies! When coke was still coke and a camel toe was a fashion statement. I miss my stupid youth sometimes

  3. Just an outstanding posting, Ozzie! It captured the mystique and legend of the comet that was Bobby Piercy perfectly, and left us wanting more…just like the real life subject.

  4. In 1977 after work every day in the skate shop I would roll down the hill from home in Kettering (UK) to Skateside where I was the resident Pro. Imagine my surprise as I turned in to the car park, a black BMW pulled in next to me with Bobby Peircy driving and Jerry Valdez in the passenger seat with three others in the back seat. Jay Adams, Kent Senatorie and Steve Cathey (if my memory serves me) The most memorable session of my life and still can’t belive how lucky I was to get to ride with those guys. Bobby was a super nice guy. I think of him regularly.

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Bill Danforth / Alva / Reissue

Bill Danforth

Bill Danforth

 Bill Danforth

I started riding for Madrid back in 1981 or so. I was traveling everywhere, doing demonstrations and skating hard. In 1986, Alva Skates made me an offer to skate for them. If I recall correctly, the team on Madrid had dwindled away. I had always looked up to Tony Alva since I was a kid, so when he made me an offer to ride for them…  how could I say ‘No’ to that? The Alva team consisted of Cooksie, John Thomas, Jef Hartsel, TA and Fred Smith. As soon as I got on Alva, I continued doing demo’s as I had been scheduled while still on Madrid. I scheduled most of these myself. I was on the road all of the time, hence the name ‘Nomad’. I had friends in Mississippi and they traveled and skated everywhere. The called themselves ‘Nomads’. I became one of them and as I started signing boards or wherever I was, I’d write Bill Danforth Nomad. I was throwing it back to my roots.

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My board came out on Alva rather quickly, as I already had a template that I liked. I sold a ton of boards on Alva. Several thousand a month. I never have stopped skating unless I was injured. How can one stop skating? Although I don’t skate as much as I once did, as long as I have a skateboard under my feet and I’m having fun, it is all that matters. I would like to thank Alva Skates for believing in me and doing this board release. Come join us in San Diego on Saturday afternoon. I dedicate this release to Bryan Hankus, a fallen brother who rode an original Alva Danforth model. – Bill Danforth

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Fiftieth At Ridiculous

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On my fiftieth birthday in October of last year, my best bro Jim Howell flew out, a huge gang of friends descended on Ridiculous and we had a full weekend of skateboarding, food and fun. My friend Anna (AVB) and her dude Greg, came down from Canada to share in the fun. She filmed a really rad video and just sent it over to me. It has a bunch of skateboarding in it… I will never forget the people that were there and the stoke they brought. Jim Howell, the Coopers, Torchia, Tony Gates, Lorrie Palmos, Griffin, Long Hair Mike, Crazy Kyle, Lance Mountain, Dave Reul and family, Brandon Wong, Salba, Shane Cole, Ripperside Shawn, AVB and Greg, Scott Foss, Upland Dan, Henry, Walt, Eric Nash, Samwise, Michelle, Michael Serna and Mel and Christian Hosoi. A few others were in and out during the long hot day. Thank you to everyone for everything. It was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Grateful.  Love- Ozzie

Eric Nash

Eric Nash

Dave Reul

Dave Reul

Greg Johnson

Greg Johnson

Ripperside Shawn

Ripperside Shawn

Shae and Scott Cooper

Shae and Scott Cooper

Kayla Cooper

Kailey Cooper

Christian Hosoi

Christian Hosoi

Crazy Kyle

Crazy Kyle

Greg Johnson, Scott Ward and AVB

Greg Johnson, Scott Ward and AVB

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Christian Hosoi

Scott Foss

Scott Foss

Birthday Bandito

Birthday Bandito

Thank you to Brandon Wong and Lorrie Palmos for the images. Thank you to AVB for the video. Radness. Thank you to my friends and those that actually read my stories. I appreciate it – Ozzie

For more of Brandon Wong’s portraits, click here- http://ozzieausband.wordpress.com/2013/10/20/portraits/

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