Chicken Bowl
Way out in the middle of God’s country, where anti-abortion signs flourish and the church chimes are always heard-a-ringing, apparently lie 'a lair of lust' where grown men can sweat out their frustrations. So we hear “The Chicken Bowl” is a carefully crafted skate altar that has the ability to withdraw ones inner evil skate fantasies and bring those demonic desires to fruition. A SkatersINC paranormal operations unit was quickly formed in order to prove these wild rumours true!
We FINALLY arrived at our destination, which appeared at first glance to be just as simple and quaint as the hundreds of other farms we had passed on that sunny day but behold what lay hidden behind barn doors! The “Chicken Bowl” is a 6’ foot deep large kidney shaped bowl with pool coping, topped off with birch wood ply. It was planted by our friend Kevin with the help of Florida’s East Coast Ramp Design and make no mistake about it folks; this is not your regular barn ramp! It is a truly perfect combination of a fun yet challenging ramp in a simple unrestricting design. If you have any love for riding transitions by means of endless lines and grind combos, then one cannot resist this ramp’s urge it instills into you to fulfill your skater duty to slash, progress, and produce tricks to the bewilderment of one's self.
The floodgates of the underworld were called upon by a relentless charge of grueling grinds above the death box. Todd Von Hell-Berger led the assault with an enormous front smith around the box to rock out down the middle of the hip to thus heighten the ceremony of destruction to yet another realm. Amon, not wanting to be an overlooked soldier of darkness, decided to show his appreciation through a series of indy airs over the hip to 15 foot long front smiths around the chattered coping with effortless style. Tuckett ran out of beer early and after I gave him my second last beer, he dug deep to produce a worthy back crail. The lines that headmaster Kevin was able to conceive demonstrated his deeper understanding of what more this evil kidney seed has to offer.
The tricks seemed to flow into everyone’s runs like blood down the skate goat’s horns and had our bodies been able to withstand any more abuse, the session could have gone all night. After 6 wild hours of solid skating we were finally satisfied with the outcome of our last minute hell bound mission. God bless.
Shewdawg.
 
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