My Dad and I went to a notary to get the necessary permission form signed and sealed and then my friend Ben brought me to ZT Maximus. He used to drive me and some other skaters all over creation. He was older than us, he had a driver's license, and a silver Ford Escort laden with stickers and filled to the knees with empty soda and gatorade containers. He ripped. I learned boardslides to fakie on the fat, stuck out, coping of the mini ramp while riding with a guy named Jahmal. I tried to drop in on the big ramp and stacked. I tried again, made it, and Ben and the other guys on the deck clapped. I learned fakie hangups but then I slammed on one and knocked the wind out of my lungs and the snot out of my nose.
Robbie Gangemi gets flippity on the street course.