The Carmel Skatepark bowl.
So, yesterday was my second excursion out with the Old Indy Skaters crew. This session was set for 8:00 AM in Greencastle, Indiana. And this time, I was the one that was typically-skater late. A couple of the guys from the previous week were notably missing, but it was still a pretty good crew. And, waking up to a gorgeous sunrise coming up over a concrete skatepark that you have all to yourself is never, ever a bad way to begin the day.
The sun rises over Greencastle, IN. 9:00 AM, November 21st, 2009.
Chris and Bart sweep up the bowl. Greencastle, IN. 8:45 AM.
Greencastle Skatepark Panoramic (crudely spliced together from multiple photos).
Bart, The Skateboard Club Ringleader and Enforcer.
Now, this is a boss as hell grip job. Bart's board at rest, Greencastle.
Daughters Of The Revolution cabin, Greencastle Park.
Rural blight: Left to decay indefinitely. The Four Seasons Heating and Cooling Company, Greencastle, IN.
After a few hours at Greencastle, The Crew decided that a quick jaunt to Terre Haute might be a pretty swifty idea, since it's only about a half-hour away, and I don't think that many of the guys had ever skated it. Of course, I'm always down to stop in and say Hi to Jeremy at TOC Skateshop, because he's one of the coolest guys on the whole planet.
Terre Haute Skatepark Panoramic, just before the first shots are fired at high noon.
Chuck, newbie member of the OIS organization. Only one week deep, and already a hundred miles from home. Terre Haute, IN.
TOC Skateshop's storefront, Terre Haute, IN.
One of the coolest heads of all time, right here. Brotha Jeremy, TOC.
What Terre Haute is known for: railroads and grain silos. Worm's eye view from just down the street from TOC.
On the way home for the day, we all swung by Indy's newest skateshop, Straight Up Skate Shop. It's fully skater-owned and operated, and it's only five minutes from my crash pad. How bonus. Of course, we all spent the next couple hours either beating the owner up to carry old-school stuff, or actually ordering up old-school stuff for da crew. You know how old dudes are: Always too much money in our hands, and never enough stuff in the quiver.
Straight Up's Storefront on Indianapolis' south side.
