Stan and Oliver Go to Stupor Park: Day 2By admin • May 7th, 2013 • Category: Event Coverage, Features, Random
Shedding the nerves of yesterday’s uncertainties, day two at Superpark is ripe for legitimate content collection.
9:00 am: Packed in Oliver’s car, Blake Geiss confuses Norweigan rider Emil Ulsletten through his use of the word “scumfuck.” I’m not sure there is a literal translation.
9:30 am: Arrive at Sunrise lodge and take some warm up runs with Erik Leon and Austin Leonard. Leonard is bumping Fresh Prince on his jammy pack. All is right in the world.
9:30 am: Pat Bridges gives me a pass to ride! Probably because I look like an abandoned puppy, wandering, looking for a new family. No matter the real purpose I’m fricken psyched on life. It’s my 21st birthday, and I get to ride super park. Bong.
9:35 am: I start my first Superpark day off right by drinking my first legal beer with the one and only John Stark. He gives me live advice and then laments, “there aren’t many of us out there” Michigan that is. He told me we were so much more than “freaks from a state completely surrounded by lakes.”
10:30 am: I position myself near one of the features built by Loon. It’s a large step down with two quarter pipes on either side and a channel down the center with a round tube. You can hit this thing like a easy ratchet ho. You know, Train it with your homies, hit from unfamiliar angles…anything goes.
11:50 am: Colin Wilson accidentally slides off the channel and falls at least 15 feet to the deck. Sleds called. Shit just got real.
11:31 am: I head over to the jump’s where the webcast is happening. Sam Taxwood, metaphorically saying “what’s up, internet babes,” strips his shirt off for the web to see. Nick Julius catches his edge on the second jump and hits the deck with his back. I heard word that he fractured his femur. Wowzers.
11:36 am: After hearing about Colin and having several close calls with photographers standing on the landing, John McDonald and I decide to take a lunch break.
11:44 am: I shotgun some beers in the parking lot with Brady Lem, Tommy Gesme, and Ezra Racine. After this and even more on-hill beers, all on an empty stomach. My trick selection becomes limited to fake ollies and nollie back 1′s. I have meek mill on blast. I genuinely feel I am doing something important for my country.
1:31 pm: Russell Winfield tells me that he is putting together a “Black Superpark edit” featuring all of Superpark’s black contestants… plus Deadlung. somehow Deadlung qualifies.
1:50 pm: I need to have shots in Black Superpark.
2:00 pm: I catch up with Scott Blum. He has been gifted a one of a kind snowboard from Japan that makes anyone who rides it unstoppable.
2:53-3:09 pm: I take the Rainbow chair, which happens to be the slowest chair of ALL TIME.
2:30 pm: I also take the rainbow chair by myself. Continuing the theme of my journey, I debate jerking off. No Oliver…Must…Resist.
3:00- 3:46 pm: Boreal Street section is popping. This part of super park was not finished yesterday so it was all new. The scene here was different than anywhere else at Superpark. Over 100 people hang out around the set up. Thick clouds of weed smoke ploom over different groups of shredders. Stand-out riders for me were Dylan Alito and Ozzy Henning.
3:46 pm: a quick rainstorm sends a bunch of pussies down to the parking lot. Myself included.
4:00 pm: Spliff with some of the Gremlinz. They have a protective smoking tent from the rain in front of their bus.
4:20 pm: Sun is back and we decide we shall board some more. By this time thick and distinguished snake runs have developed all over the mountain, breaking off into innumerable different paths. These runs have been shaped by the best of the best, so riding the slushy tracks is a wild time.
4:25 pm:The Airblaster crew rolls nearly 10 deep, hooting and hollering through the mountain’s now distinguished snake runs. Though many others have called it. These dudes can’t stop.
5:00 pm: Every time I stumble upon Billy Mackey I catch the ass-end of his amazing stories. The first one I catch was about him losing his rings while finger blasting some chick. The second involved the phrase “Beaver Bong” which led to everyone’s specific definition of the term. Look it up if your interested.
5:39 pm: Legs are thrashed. It’s time for suns out guns out in the parking lot. French-Canadians shoot BB guns at cans.
5:41 pm: I play a game of MUFF in the parking lot. It’s a derivative of soccer juggling, only if you fuck up four times, the other players get to drill a soccer ball at your seat warmer. I lose the second game and Louif Paradis introduces my rectum to a soccer ball.