This was the beginning of a radical time with great friends. What ever you're doing make sure you take some time to stop and take pictures. This was taken the night we decided to take 12 hours to build a half pipe. We drank Jailor Serry's rum and used power tools the whole night. We had absolutely no regard for my neighbor's peace. We finished at 0630 on a Saturday morning and immediately started ripping it up. Now let me tell you, the angle on this pipe was steep. We did not research the best way to build a half pipe we just followed raw instinct. Boy oh boi was it a ride. A stiff transition to say the least. It would buck you off lickety-split.
It was a good thing we were drunk because you needed it to stay flexible and bounce off of the OSB plywood. The construction madness started when we used scrap wood to build a quarter pipe. Once that was built it just wasn't enough so we had to go all the way. Did people get hurt on this? Yes, of course they did. Anne Frank (she was a dumb, deaf, and blind Jewish girl that learned how to read in the Holocaust through the power and love of Jesus Christ), even she could take one look at this madness and tell you what it would sound like to take these bois to the ER. But God was it fun. Now every time I look at this picture it takes me back to simpler times. May we keep on rolling.
Take a look at carpenter pencils and broken ankles for the rest of the story.
