Beasley Park Reno!

Last Wednesday, the Hamilton Skateboard Assembly met with the Director of Parks and Cemeteries, who came to our meeting and gave us valuable advice about the procedures we would need to follow to further our vision for the skater-directed renovation of Beasley Skateboard Park. We were also informed that city workers would be dropping off two jersey barriers at the park the next morning, and that contractors would be coming on Friday to make the adjustments we requested a couple months ago (filling in some cracks, and cutting one of the rounded ledges to make it grindable). Everyone was very excited to finally see some changes after months of waiting, emails to the city and expectation. Part of the impetus to make this happen came from the upcoming 18th annual Beasley Park Skateboard Jam, which will be held mid August (14th & 15th) at Beasley Park and then Turner Park on the mountain. This is the longest running amateur skateboarding event in Canada, and has been organized each year by Derek "Oldschool" LaPierre, the HSA's "Secretary of Skate".

Since the jersey barriers were arriving on Thursday morning, I volunteered to meet the city crew and show them where to place them new elements. It is very difficult to move a three-ton concrete obstacle once it is in place, so this responsibility made me feel a little anxious. But the HSA President, Scott Macdonald, went to Beasley with me after the meeting and showed me whereabouts to place the barriers. The problem was, the place we marked out turned out to be too close to the metal railing on the east edge of the park for the barrier to fit. Also, Scott had thought we were receiving two regular sized jersey barriers, but what we actually asked for was one regular one and one tapered barrier.


For these reasons, Thursday morning I had to make some executive decisions that would effect the skating life of the park for at least the rest of the summer. One issue to consider was the flow of the park: not interrupting the lines of usage that are already established in the space. Another issue is that skateboarding is not a symmetrical activity. Skaters either skate "regular" or "goofy", depending on whether their left or right foot is forward respectively. I wanted to place the barriers so that they could be utilized by both types of skateboarders as equally as possible.

On Thursday morning, I arrived at the park just as the city crew was unloading the first of the barriers. They used a large orange tractor to lift the barriers off a long flatbed truck. The truck had two barriers on it, but only one of them was for the park. The second barrier would arrive an hour or two later, on a separate trip. Of the two large barriers they had on the truck, they gave us the crappier one. It had several holes drilled in one side, and the bottom of the other side was all corroded near the middle. It looked like an older piece of street furniture that had already seen some service in the streets of Hamilton. Why they couldn't have given us the other barrier, which appeared to have nary a blemish, is beyond me--perhaps they thought that we were just going to wreck them anyways, which is partially true.

I had to decide which side should face out, and I chose the one with the holes, reasoning that we could always patch them up later. I decided to set the barrier a little to the left of where Scott had indicated, at an angle so that the slope of the bowl (which used to be a wading pool) would lead up to the angled wall of the barrier. The barrier also had a strange piece of metal fastened to the top of it--something that could easily cut open a skater's hand if they were to accidentally press against it while skating. Why they didn't remove this is a mystery. We also had to knock a wasp's nest out of the metal joint at one end of the barrier, but somehow all these imperfections were fitting to the DIY spirit of this undertaking: we, the skaters of Beasley would take care of this decrepit old road barrier and turn it into something people could enjoy.



The city crew had my cell number, so once the first barrier was in place, I went downtown to have some breakfast and to read the paper. A young woman who was working for the city as a park monitor was sitting on the swings with two little kids. She had taped paper snowflakes onto the trees and was going to pursue a snow-related theme for the day to conceptually combat the heat. I worked as a skateboard park monitor for the city a couple summers ago and it was a pretty good gig, but often we would only receive a handful of kids through the course of the day, so it could get a little boring.


I returned from breakfast just as the city crew was pulling into the park with the second of our barriers. Derek had called me from work and suggested placing the tapered barrier on the flat, "freestyle" area, which seemed a reasonable idea to me too. "I trust in your judgment" he said, but I still felt odd about making this decision all on my own. I had to decide which way the barrier's incline should face, and which angle to place it at so as to maximize the number of lines of approach it could accommodate. What really amazed me was the finesse with which the fellow from the city was able to maneuver the barrier into place using such a huge tractor as medium. By nudging, sliding and tapping the barrier, he managed to place it exactly where I had indicated. Even though I made a point on their first trip to ask whether the city guys could possibly pick a nice, clean and new tapered barrier for us on their return, the workers said they had no control over which ones the guys from the yard picked out for us. This is how things work in municipal power structures: wheels within wheels. But the tapered barrier we got was not so bad. It had one big crack across the low end, which does not look amendable by filler, but which might get worn down through use so as not to cause too many hangups.

I didn't have a chance to actually skate these new elements until Sunday night, and even then I had to sneak away just before sunset for a half hour or so. I missed the big inaugural sessions that no doubt raged on Friday and Saturday evening. The barriers hadn't been installed for more than a few hours on Thursday before a couple skaters, energized by the new prospects for fun, made a trip to Home Depot, bought some quick-dry cement, and built a transition into the large Jersey barrier. The position of this ramp allows one to hit the bowl and then blast into the Jersey barrier. When I arrived on Sunday, there was already a thick coat of wax and tell-tale grind marks on the two barriers. I had fun carving the new transition, and ollieing onto the tapered barrier, as well as onto the newly cut ledge. The Bease suddenly had become about 3000% more fun to skate! There was only one other fellow skating the park with me. We cautiously ignored each other for a while, but then we eventually got around to exchanging trick info. I showed him some old freestyle moves, dripping sweat like a soggy sponge, and he gave me advice on foot positioning for 360 flips, a staple modern trick that I have never been able to land. By placing my back foot on the very back edge of the tail, the board flips very efficiently, and I went from not being able to get a full 360 degree rotation, to flipping 180 degrees too far! The combination of my new board and old shoes also helped, and perhaps I'll be able to land this elusive trick by the end of the summer. What I found interesting is the "currency of exchange" that skating creates between two perfect strangers of different age, race and economic categories. Because of skateboarding were were capable of speaking a common language and creating a sort of temporary bond in the sometimes hostile heart of downtown, where strangers fear each other more often than not. I passed this fellow later on my way home and gave him the peace sign.

Summertime

A couple weeks ago, I went in search of the secret skate spot that my neighbour's kid had told me about.



Not too far from my house is what looks to be an abandoned school. The concrete playground/parking lot behind the school is covered in cracks and weeds, and from the fence I could see that some makeshift obstacles had been constructed on a raised portion of the yard.



But the prominent "NO TRESSPASSING" sign kept me from jumping the fence; now that I'm respectably employed, I'm even more wary than I used to be about certain things.









So I headed off to the other side of the property to see if I could get a better view of what are called in skateboard park lingo, the "elements". It appears as though people had made a slider rail out of an old ladder, but I couldn't see the ramp that my neighbour had mentioned. There was, however, some pretty neat street art decoration the building.

Before I could complete my mission, however, a skateboarding friend of mine accosted me from his car, from the far side of the street. I've known M. for a while. He's a wicked painter and artist, and an excellent skateboarder. M.T. was in the car with him (there's no real reason to conceal people's names, but I try to anyways for the sake of privacy). These guys were on their way to a new skate spot and asked if I wanted to come. I was actually kind of depressed due to relationship-related issues which I can't even remember very well now, so I was happy to embark on a trip to a new skate spot with a couple of friends whom I hadn't seen for quite a while.


We drove to Dundas, to a beautiful municiapl park. The park has a bandshell with a decent sized ledge that drops off onto a sea of the smoothest grade of concrete. Beside the bandshell is another, lower ledge that is good for grinding, and has a slight curve to it. This was an ideal spot, and I had had no idea that it even existed. Another skater, S., was already there. It was early evening, and still light but cool as well; the perfect hour for skateboarding. I'm a little out of shape--actually, I'm just old--so the smooth, flat expanse was great for the flatground, freestyle tricks I like to do. You could manual forever at that place! The other three guys had more juice in them, and were doing awesome tricks on the ledges. M.T did some ollie to nose manuals on the bandshell platform, and S. did some wicked boardslide/hurricane grind combos on the curved ledge.
M. landed some perfect frontside halfcab flips. S. had brought a large, impressive-looking camera, and M. was filming some of S.'s lines. S. has been skating for a while, and has a lot of tricks at his disposal--he always has some impressive and quirky variation to throw into the mix.
I tried grinding the lower ledge a few times, but wasn't feeling too confident. I partially blame this on my deck, which was old and comfortable, but was quite ground down on the tail.

After skating for a good while, we decided to head back to town. S. took off in his '84 Porsche Carrera, while the rest of us packed into M,'s more utilitarian vehicle. He had a painting of a pair of Adidas sneakers in his back seat. It was well executed, and M.T. was buying it from him. We all went to the Vietnamese restaurant and hung out for a bit, and then M. dropped me off at home. I was going to meet back up with these guys at a local skater bar later that night, but I got tired and just did some reading before going to bed.

Street Art

One thing I love about Hamilton is the proliferation of amazing street art. It seems that everywhere one goes, there is interesting art cropping up in the most unexpected of places. I try to photography these finds, but for every photo I take, there are likely two more that go unrecorded for one reason or other.





A couple Thursdays ago, the night of the greatly anticipated English/CSCT grad student prom, I was downtown on my way to get a haircut. Except, I never made it so far as the barber as I ran into a street artist in one of the unused storefronts.

I consider skateboarding to be a mobile form of streetart performance, and so I have a keen interest and sense of camaraderie with other street-oriented creative types who appropriate public space for unconventional uses. Take, for instance, the Streets are For People movement out of Toronto, or the interventions into the urban everyday undertaken by Improv Everywhere.



This fellow was an artist who I had seen on the street at various Art Crawls.
He often, in fact, sets up shop in the alcove directly beneath what was my former living space, and I bought one his collages last winter.

But that afternoon, he had a spread of artworks and unusual books that he had collected, including several stacks of old comic books. One piece of art he showed me involved a binder with plastic sleeves filled with discarded stuff he had found beneath a bridge in the downtown core. He had assembled these items, which included a used syringe, and wrote a kind of narrative that went along with them. He also had several books that he had embellished with collages. These individual pages, he explained, would be cut out later, framed and made available individually for sale. But one book of such collages also had a section in the back hollowed out, like one of those makeshift "book safes". This hollow was just big enough for a cassette tape, which was missing, but which the artist explained actually had him explaining the various collages assembled in the book.

I talked to this fellow for a while, and he seemed happy to have some company on the street. After a while, a couple other guys came by. We were all flipping through the books and things. Caught up in the excitement I felt over this fellow's entire enterprise, I ended up spending my haircut money (in fact, most of my prom-night drinking money too), on comic books, buttons and a piece of street art that I gave to my date for the evening.

My idea was, instead of buying a corsage, we could wear vintage buttons.

I also rearranged a few of the elements to produce an embellishment of my own to the whole display.








I went to collect my date, and she seemed happy enough withe buttons, and the strange street art artefact I had procured (a pill bottle with graphic insert and a ceramic carrot inside). Why do these random assemblages make me happy? Well, we had a nice dinner of sushi, then got dressed up for the prom. At the prom itself, however, my date my date got a little mad at me for not paying enough attention to her. I guess I got distracted talking to people, and didn't realize that she wasn't having a good time. But what is a prom without a bit of drama? I walked my date to the bus, then returned to the prom and danced for a while with my classmates. This person and I are old friends, way beyond the point of dating or having romantic interest in each other, and yet something about prom night created strange expectations and reactions. However, she forgave me for ignoring her and we are still good friends.