I’d heard a local rumour some older kids had built a ramp in the bush near my house. The only problem was the ramp had been destroyed a few years ago by a local skinhead with an axe and everybody was scared of him. However, I was sure we could salvage some pieces and make something skateable.
I wasn’t to sure about the skinhead, but it was worth the risk. My best mate Anthony Bangel showed me were it was. Then we built a new ramp from bits and pieces we’d found at the spot. After that we skated most afternoons.