Sep 2001
The Pittsburgh vertical track is completed! The first session went down last night. The dimensions are: nine foot trannies, nine inches of vertical, thirty-two feet wide, a million feet of flat bottom, sweet, three inch diameter pipe (sorry, no pool blocks like the boys pushed for), all built to suit Ritter's "design."

The ramp sits safely inside a killer warehouse on XXth street in Lawrenceville, a mere stone's throw from the bowl. Ritter secured the place and rounded up the troops to kick down for rent (which is next to nothing for a space so spectacular.) The Polish Hill crew kicked down the labor and kicked back many an American Beer. Needless to say, all the vert heads are down and re-living the good old glory days. Zig's already blasting waist-high backside airs and Ritter's inverts are text-book clean. It's beautiful, absolutely wonderful.

On a sadder note, Dave the infamous Jeweler and his lady friend have moved to the promise land (Oregon, holmes.) We'll miss him dearly, but you can count on the fact that we'll all be crashing on his couch or living room floor at some point in true blue Northwest fashion (with flannels for blankets and Hams for head rests.)

Talk to you soon, Greg (soon to be vert jock status) Russo
Can you be a vert jock without tightening your trucks?

Here is a photo of the ramp-owner, John Ritter, doing an invert that broke his leg. Photo © Dirt Rag. Guess who's on the deck. | previous | next |