Cedar Crest Country Club was home of the best ramp in the country at the time. This unforgiving steel monster was the most solid vert ramp ever. The steel would get so hot we could make popcorn on it-no lie. Everyone who was anyone came to skate it. The summer it opened I parked my van at the Giant food store down the road and skated it from daybreak to sundown everyday. The sessions that went down there were gnarly. Killer locals, killer ramp and east coast attitude made for killer sessions. Photos can never replace the feeling of the Crest but, here's some for you to check out.
me and the crest. (check
out the sideburns)
Ken Sigafoos-lein to tail.
Me indy-oop over the channel.
After one of the crests' mighty
contests,(the one where me and
Henry G. battled for top honors)
(I won),we all headed to a party
at some chicks house. After a crazy
nite, we returned to the crest,
to find my van with the doors
wide open and stripped of every
single possesion that I, Ken Sigafoos and Kenny Griffin owned. Lame...