Sky

Chris Miller

Chris Miller

Pacific Palisades rode the upper edge of Brentwood and crumbled off in a jagged ridge above the ocean. The Pacific Coast Highway crawled along its border.  Meandering. It twisted and turned on itself. Huge houses perched on the bluffs above. Fences and walls were draped in green ivy and colorful Bougainvillea. Security. People spent top dollar for privacy. The ocean stretched its long green face and moved slowly. Its closest edges licked the stones. Boats dotted the shimmering water.

Pat Ngoho

Pat Ngoho

Eric Dressen

Eric Dressen

Lance Mountain

Lance Mountain

It was a perfect day. They all were. I once heard an old man say, “Everyday above the grass is a good one.” I had to agree. I was driving through a morning that had started gloomy. The sky above had been iron. Dropping onto the PCH, I was happy to see the sun glimmer behind the clouds. A seemingly unending line of cars and trucks moved up and down the coast. I saw people on the beaches. Colorful umbrellas cluttered the sand. “Optimistic” I mumbled. Tears for Fears was on my stereo and I sang as I drove up to Malibu. By the time I arrived at Angelo’s, I could see the bright blue sky… going by. Perfect.

Bart

Bart

Brad Bowman

Brad Bowman

Me

Me

Ray Zimmerman, Lance, Wesley, Conan & Felix, Trevor, Brad Bowman, Bart & Odin, Pat Ngoho, Chris and Lauren, and Eric Dressen arrived in short order. Angelo welcomed everyone and we lit into the clover. I could list off a trick by trick account of the day, but with the names listed above, I shouldn’t have to. The only thing you need to do, is look at the pictures, close your eyes, and find yourself sitting there with us… Thanks to MRZ for the images. Skate – Ozzie

Pat Ngoho, Me, Lance Mountain , Eric Dressen, Brad Bowman, Bart

Pat Ngoho, Me, Lance Mountain , Eric Dressen, Brad Bowman, Bart

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