In a town where young, socially confused, college students roam in search of love and acceptance, mostly in the wrong places, The Plank attempted to shred some light on Allston “Rat City” this Friday night.
Abe Dubin (of Lumb4, see bottom for link) and myself co captained the voyage through the deepest realms of hellgate street, with the help of out honorary first mate of the night, Chris Zacher. After carefully evading potholes and cracks, as well as pot-heads and slurred cracks, we completed our journey to an oasis of wholesome four wheeled fun. This parking lot happened to be that of Super88 (a Chinese grocery store) which has a mellow embankment as well as a sturdy piece of plywood that could be wedged against the wall as a semi-steep wall ride or plopped on the fire escape to make a bank which can be dropped in on or perhaps stalled by a more surly pirate.
One highlight of the session include Chris Zacher’s lofty “magic carpet” wallride which was a wallride on the piece of plywood with a carpet over it, adding a swank and sexy seventies vibe to the session. Abe also pulled his weight by hippy jumping a crushed orange street barrel.
Eventually the heavens opened up on us and our surf-like excursion got a little to surf-like for us. We were soaked. We ended up spending the rest of the evening with fellow sea maties at “No-Beard” Tin Tran’s Skate Treehouse of Eternal Adolescence and Ecstasy. After regaling each other with stories of asphalt conquest, we needed rest, and retired to The Plank’s Bay.
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