Located directly across from the Daly City police office, the park offered little when it was first built, but it did have a five foot wooden mini-ramp. I grew up with a ramp with the same dimensions, so it was soo on when it opened.
The ramp saw a lot of abuse from the local Daly City creeps. For some reason bikes were allowed on the ramp, and their pegs made divots which would pitch you off your board, and created a deathbox under the coping on one side which you could catch your wheels on. Rollerbladers were even worse. Besides waxing the coping to a ridiculous amount (just go faster idiots), someone though it would be a good idea to wax directly down the middle of the ramp. This same thing ruined a ramp in half moon bay, and it sucked to see happen again. Not long after winter, the water logged Masonite was replaced with metal, and the ramp got a new lease on life. I've taken many friends to the ramp, and skated it with home-made extensions which made gave it some vert. I've learned a lot of tricks there, and killed a lot of time waiting for DMV appointments.
The four way stop near the ramp has always been a speed trap for police, and for a while the ramp served as a sting location for police to give helmet tickets. I got one, out of a crowd of at least twenty one day because I was taking a run when others were silently sulking away from the fuzz. That sucked, but not as bad as the day when another group of roller bladers, who were being called out for waxing the middle of the ramp again, decided to get rid of the wax by starting a fire on the ramp with gasoline. Stupid stuff, but that was the day I got away clean.
Whenever I have a free moment, and Daly shitty isn't covered in a slippery mist, I wanna go to the Krispy Kreme ramp.
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