Photography/words by:

Brooks Fritz

I sure love this skateboarding stuff. It’s really a good time. Pretty much the best time. And with that said there’s nothing better then riding some round walls. I dont even need to do tricks or “maneuvers” to have a good time. I can just ride the skateboard these days and be content. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing but, it is what it is.  Anyways, here are some more front side grinds and front side airs for your viewing pleasure or viewing hatred. Oh yeah, and some bodacious tubular action. Remember, this skateboarding stuff is supposed to be fun. Not something to stress about. Why did you start in the first place?

Wake up Davey! Open your eyes. You are grinding a backyard pool for Christ’s sake….

No it’s not a fun box. It’s a death box. Hang up there and you might be taking a nap on the drain.

Sorry to break this news to you.  If you don’t ride a skateboard your not grinding.

Dude. Your pants aren’t even close to being tight enough. Where is all your flare? And why are you grabbing in between your legs?  Don’t you know you have to tuck your back knee in to get on Fuel TV?

Right in the neighborhood I grew up in…

Dave’s Ramp. I have fun here.

DJ Dickfoot. Aka DJ Mongo. Go to the Royal Dive on Monday nights to enter Richard lips World of Music….

Not really a round wall but close enough. Anytime you dont have to put your feet down is a good time in my book.

Oside surf team in between heats.

LOCALS ONLY!

Damn foam ball was trying to push me out the back…

Richard Lips doesn’t feel safe pulling in with out his helmet.

It goes on for quite a while……

Shaka Gnar! I put some illustration on this one to show you what’s going through Pat’s mind. This place is always glassy and about head high. The tide is always good too. Here’s Pat backdooring a deep section after pumping down the line for days!  GO GET SOME! - Brooks

Words and Photos by Brooks Fritz

I think Mondays are the new Fridays for me. At least for posting my weekly story. Maybe it’s the gardener with his blower on for like 6 fucking hours straight on Fridays now. He used to come on Saturdays but people complained they couldn’t sleep in until 1pm. Me having a kid I don’t really sleep in so much now so it never bothered me. But now he comes on Fridays and it blows. Literally! ha! So I live in a town house complex and they hired this gardener and he has one of those backpack blower things. You know what I’m talking about right? Well here where I live there is a ton of eucalyptus trees and they make a mess all the time. So blower boy is out there seriously all day with that thing on blowing the crap out to the main street only to be replenished by more leaves and branches, etc almost instantly. What does this have to do with skateboarding? Absolutely nothing. Even though one of those blowers would come in handy at spots sometimes. I guess I’m just babbling on. That is it. Now it can be called Babbling Brooks Fritz Files.

This Northwest story could go on for quite a while.. Do you want it to? For now I’m going to end it with some highlights and randoms from the rest of the trip. I seriously could stretch this thing out for weeks.

Oceanside Terror Chapter members Davey Rockit Presley and Cobra Kyle Chicken Nugget Gallaghger

I’ve been told the North West is green because it rains there, A lot.

Kyle’s Car = death metal all the time

BREAKFAST TIME!

Breakfast with Kyle = Sparks, Bloody beers, Barely cooked almost raw bacon, burnt eggs, and lots of cheese.

After breakfast. It was time to release the mudd butt. What better place then the lake!

If you have been to Orcas Island and haven’t been on the rope swing your blowing it.

Ryan can backside ollie well.

Really Well. No nannies needed when you land everything almost first try.

there was a burn ban going on the entire trip.

Look at those three fags hanging out on the bridge. Oh wait, those are my friends.

It’s a whole lot easier to grind over vert when you have loose trucks. Davey Rockit turns on his board and grinds at the same time. Hence the name carve grind.

Mike Petersen, Nose blunt slide. Orcas Island.

While Rhino was busy shooting a photo of another dude Mike was trying these noseblunt slides. I stopped skating and grabbed my camera and took advantage of Rhino being busy. And of course I shot it terrible… Plus my camera at the time only shot 4 or 5 frames a second. But thats just the excuse I make to make myself feel better.

Luke learned fs airs before he learned to ollie.

This is what the North West looks like to me.

Ballard City hill bomb.

By this time of the trip our host Ryan had had enough of us and dropped us off in Ballard, Washington. Fat Chris took us in and we skated Seattle area for a few days before our flight back home to SD.

West Seattle Bowl

Backside grind. Luke Puke Face Girling.

Davey Rockit fs grinds.

cards and beers

The best of times. The worst of times.

Have a good week. -Brooks

PHOTOS/WORDS: BROOKS FRITZ

This I guess this week it’s going to be the Monday Fritz files…. Just to keep you on the edge of your seat!

In part one last week we left off with a day under the bridge at Burnside.That was a fun time besides having a minor case of the airplane legs. But that’s just another excuse to make myself feel better about drinking beers and shooting photos instead of skating. Our NW host Ryan never seems to have a hard time skating so I was fortunate enough to get a few decent photos. Our agenda was really no agenda. The four of us (Ryan, Davey, Luke and myself had 5 weeks to do whatever wherever. We just knew we had to be in Seattle to fly home after the 5 weeks were up. After spending a few days in Portland hanging out at Jamie’s house started to get antsy and decided to head to the coast to meet up with the youngest old man I know. Mr. Cobra Kyle Gallagher.

This isn’t Kyle. But Mr Richard Lipz himself in the flesh… Enjoying our RV’s luxury living quarters on the way to that one skate park with the giant butt hole.

Dont drink that… It’s 1,200 hits of liquid acid….

Kyle arrives… We had a session at Mcminville.

The vagina hole bowl at Mcminville is great for photos but isn’t the funnest thing to skate. For a change everyone was skating the street course.

Ryan Willians, aka BOOHJAH..

Low to high ollie to truck bash.

Luke was so hyped on the session at Mcminville he decided to get a tattoo at the local shop in town so he would never forget it. What could be better then some flaming dice?

After Luke’s episode of “Oregon Ink” we went to a friends house where his driveway is funner to skate then your local skate park. And that’s just the cement that was left over from the basement.

Proper tailblock.

Sweeper

Amarilla

Our friend Derek Plourd decided to meet us at Bainbridge.

5.0 revert

And the crowd goes wild!!! Luke loves Bainbride. And why wouldn’t you?

Board meeting…

Skateboarding can be fun.

After skating Bainbridge all day everyone was pretty hungry. So we decided to catch the ferry over to Seattle to get something to eat. And what could be better then a bag of Dicks!

Have a good week. -Brooks

Photographs & words by: Brooks Fritz

Another north west trip? You better believe it. What? You don’t like it up there in the land of concrete and trees? Everyone talks about taking trips to California. Well if you didn’t know it sucks balls here…. Skate park wise at least. But I guess we do have great weather. Weeeeeeeeeeee! Sun shine! But if your looking for something other than nice weather. I suggest heading to the North West. And for all you North West protectors crying right now. Dont worry. Your scene is already blown out….  Here’s the first part of maybe three of the Oceanside chapter north west TERROR tour….

TEAM: (left to right) Dipshit photo goon, Davey Rockit, Richard Lips, Captn Boohjah

THE TEAM RV: The four of us piled into this thing to make it our home for the next 5 weeks. Talk about luxury….

DEAF PAUL: says welcome to Portland, Oregon.. (not really hence the name deaf Paul)

WU WELLER: From one bridge to another straight off the airplane and we headed straight to Burnside to meet up with Portland chapter member Jamie Weller. Here he is demonstrating a proper low to high free lunch ollie.

RYAN WILLIAMS: Ryan was hungry for some free lunch and got in on the meal himself. This is not just a flying butt shot. It’s also a lien air.

Alley oop angle 1 (its too easy shooting photos of this guy)

In yo face alley oop angle 2! Seriously Lib Tech, why aren’t you paying Ryan to skate?

and if that wasn’t enough here’s a sequence… I like frame 5. Most people have to have bindings on to do that shit.

Do I really need to write a caption for this one?

It’s pretty self explanatory dont you think?

MIKE ZINC: crows nest view of Mike’s pillar launch into the big bowl.

JAMIE WELLER: yeah I know, you probably all ready seen this photo before. I’m just going with the flow and putting the photos in the order they were taken. Blunt to fakie on this is no joke. The run up is rough as fuck. Most people would give up after a couple tries. Luckily for me Jamie pulled it within a few tries before my beer got warm.

SPERM ART: After a full day under the bridge we headed back to Jamie’s house. This is Sperms gift to Davey. Who says board graphics suck these days?

There you have it. Part one is done. Part two coming next week. Have a good weekend. Do something… -brooks

PHOTOS: BROOKS FRITZ

I’ve been putting this off for a while now. I cant take it any more. It’s time. I have nothing organized properly. Photos are everywhere on my computer. Ask anyone who has ever asked me for a specific photo. It takes me days, sometimes even weeks to find certain photos. You can forget about trying to come over and just pick up a photo from me. But that is all about to change. I finally started categorizing everything. Here’s some hard drive randoms…

Nollan Helmstetter was trying to warm up with a ollie down this double set. That wasn’t working out. Wasting no time he went straight to hucking himself with a much harder trick. That didn’t work out really either. So pretty much your looking at a bail shot. I think he had it though.

I hate when I forget somones name. But how often do you remember someones name after only meeting them one time. Homeboy with a ollie up to nose slide 270 out. Seriously though forgetting names suck.

Oceanside Pelican. A lot better then a seagull.

This is my arm. This hurt really bad. Too bad I didn’t take pictures seriously at the time. Maybe could of got something decent besides this. But I think you get the point.

I love the home made stuff. Crail block at Dickville with my metal gimp arm.

Luke Girling, front side grind at home.

Remember shooting only film? Probably not. Here’s a full moon egg session before there was digital.

Eel.

Watch out Atiba I’m coming for your job! Sorry for the photoshop madness on this back tail of Jamie Weller. It’s just something I came across. Being the smart guy I am I cant find the original.

Lion fish? I think it is. Either way. This one is poisonous.

Lay backs are making a come back. Chucky Jones.

Buds of the world…

Have a good week. Day light savings is just around the corner!

Photography by Brooks Fritz

So my daughter has been sick. It was my wife’s birthday last week and she has been sick too. My dog had a tumor in her mouth and had to have surgery this past Monday. Luckily it wasn’t cancerous and just expensive as hell. I’m pretty sure I cracked a rib trying to do a  dumb stand up backside 50/50 grind around the boomerang at the new Oceanside park with Burnout Burnett last week. I also got broke off farming a good fish the other day as well…  Sorry no story time this week. Instead enjoy some randoms and  rejects. Keep it real even if it’s real shitty.

R.I.P Lux Interior. You will be missed.

David Presley, rock N roll, North County San Diego: Another pool you will never skate. Not like you would really want to. Thing was all tile and slippery as hell. Pretty cool looking though.

David Presley, frontside grind, Buttlicker bowl, Riverside, California: We showed up only to find goons having a “pool party.” We drank their keg beer. Pretended to like socializing with the goobers and watched some gay emo punk band play a few hurting songs. Then we Oside dipped. Good times.

Dom Johnson, Front blunt slide, Miramar, San Diego: This spot is more blown out then the ASR. Matt Daughters could probably retire strictly from all the photos he shot & got ran from here. Dominck front blunts just for fun.

Willis Kimmel, Backyard hip grind, Holiday Bowl, San Diego: Speaking of blown out. This pool couldn’t of got any more blown. If you were in San Diego and didn’t skate this pool I dont know what to tell you.

Russel Grundy, Backside Nollie heelflip 180 attempt, San Marcos, California: Poor Russel was sleeping off a long night of partying only to be waken up by the Biz telling him a photographer is in the car waiting. No warm up, straight to the spot we went and Russel just started jumping over this gap trying to nollie back heel it. I felt bad.

Ryan Harris, backside door way tailslide, Orcas Island, Washington: “people” said they didnt like the kid in the photo. Well I do. I hope I get to go there again.

Luke Girling, Backyard backside grind, Angry Negro pool, San Diego: Permission to skate with only the crew. Soon enough it was over. Loose lips sink ships… Thanks a lot fuckers.

Vista Square pool, Vista, California: Another pool that should still be a go. All because of what? Oh yeah you retards didn’t pick up your trash. Ever heard of common sense? Pack out what you pack in dummies. Prince Foreskin and I walked up right before the demo started. It was quite a depressing site.

CHOWDERD

The Revolution is coming! Go buy guns & lots of ammo. Your going to need it!

Have a good weekend - Brooks

Photos & words by: Brooks Fritz

This is the tale of the mighty knights looking for the Key to the Nile. Secret missions in the heart of the jungle riding the range. Ranch hands from outer space on a mission to Mars. We are your backyard friends. We are the Backyardigans!

Together in the backyard again.

In the place where we belong.

We always find things we’ve never seen before.

That’s why every day we’re back for more.

“Robin Hood The Clean”

The “best clowns in town” thought it was a polka palace party. No riding the range this day.

“Le Master of Disguise believes It’s Great to Be a Ghost”

Escape from Fairytale Village at the garbage trek on the the quest for the flying rock.

“Pirate Camp”

“Pirate Treasure”

Eat a piece of Samurai pie and get going on your own viking voyage…… -Brooks

Photos & story by: Brooks Fritz

I used to love flying. I’ve always been fascinated with it. Still to this day I trip out that we can herd people like cattle into metal tubes with wings and wheels and fly anywhere on this earth. The airplane is amazing thing. Too bad the beginning of my excitement for flying all ended when I had to fly from New York to Portland, Oregon. Here is part 3 of my East Coast to West Coast trip.

I was stressing on getting to the airport on time in the first place since I was already lagging getting back to NYC from Philly and then when I did get to the airport the first thing I saw was how long the line was to get your boarding pass/check in…… Those Arabian people sure get hassled.

When I finally got to the front of the line the Jet Blue ticket doosh bag was trying to tell me I was going to have to check my tripods and skateboard in since they were weapons. Yeah weapons. This was pretty much the first time I really had any problems and I explained that to him. He said good luck getting through security and when they turn you around you are going to have to go to the end of the line where it just took me over an hour to get through. I took the risk and for once the people at the security check point didn’t take me into secondary to harass me about the quantum battery pack.

With that all said in done I barely had enough time for one quick drink and the plane was boarding. When I got on the plane and disassembled by bag so it would fit into the overhead I looked out the window and saw a shit load of airplanes. Way more then usual. Picture it backed up like freeway traffic.

What happened next was just beyond retarded.

On both sides of the plane as far as you could see there were planes in a row waiting to take off. I was so over it I didn’t even get my camera out. The pilot said we would be taking off shortly. No drinks or food were handed out and six hours later the plane took off. Jet Blue rules.

Like I was saying in part one about saving your time & money with direct flights; here is a perfect example why to besides spending all your money at the bar. So the plane was 6 hours behind schedule. That means my connecting flight in Georgia was fucked too. By the time we landed in Georgia my flight was long gone and there were no more connecting flights for that day. It looked like I would be getting comped a room at a local hotel by the airport or something right? Nope. Sorry. I Don’t even want to try and explain.

The next day I got the hell out of Georgia and made it to Portland finally. Friends Ryan and Luke picked me up at the airport and forty five minutes later I was listening to Sleazy Steve talk about some crazy ass shit while shooting these photos of Drew Potter trying to do this 50/50

and Peter Gunn Slamming….

and Peter getting back up for the make that I managed to fucked up.

That night we stayed in Portland at our friend Jamie’s house where there is a bar 1 door down. In the morning I had to piss so I went outside to pee in the alley. Some how the door shut all the way and I was locked out. So there I was in just my boxers yelling upstairs for someone to open the door. No one could hear me so I had to walk down the street and find Ryan’s car where I could at least curl up in the fetal position and lay in the front seat to wait for someone to wake up. Later that day we drove out to the Coast and met up with my friend Alex wells. Here’s his dog SA.

This shit was pretty crazy.

The only kind of fly out allowed: Kyle Gallagher with a roll in off the back of the cradle to disaster to roll in at the downstairs of Lincoln City.

It’s a long way down from the top.

Angle two of Ryan Williams back smith grind.

Flashes in photos are making a come back.

We stayed on the Coast for a few days skating Lincoln City and the few surrounding parks in the area. Then we made our way north. This photo reminds me of the movie The Goonies

Speaking of the movie The Goonies. The town Astoria is where they filmed most of it. The helmet law is strict here. Kyle takes a quick run with a grind in the deep. Think it’s 11 with 2 ft of vert?

Mandatory lame nature photo

Captain Booh Jah with a almost pad-less front side air in the big boy zone of the Astoria Dreamland park.

After a quick session in Astoria since we only had one helmet between the four of us we drove to a place a little more adult skateboard friendly. Bainbridge Island.

Here’s Luke Girling with the best move in the history of skateboarding. The frontside grind.

I laugh now because I consider these people my friends.

We first thought they were Canadians and after hanging out with Ryan a little too much I started not liking Canadians for no reason. Well at least I have no reason. I’m still not sure why Ryan dislikes them so much. Maybe because he lives so close to them and they are notorious for the fly out? But what I was getting at is we were kind of avoiding these guys thinking they were Canadians. We seen them at a couple other parks but always when we would be leaving or vice verse. Here at Bainbridge was the first meeting and we we’re relieved they were Australians.

Here’s Dorfus with a first run frontside air from shallow to deep.

Definately not from Canada. Not even sure if he’s from this planet. Skateboarder of the millenium Dorfus with a hefty smith grind…

and a lien to tail

Luke wishes you a good weekend…. See you next week.

Dorfus and a few of his mates ( I can say that since they are Australian ) flew over from their island and bought this car in Canada for 300 bucks. With no insurance, licenses or anything they proceeded to drive this car from Canada to Mexico with no hassles. The only problem they had was the Cunt Smasher would take random “naps” when ever it felt like it. These naps would last around 10 minutes or so, so they would just have to pull over and wait for it to wake up. The Aussie’s didn’t seem to mind, it was a good excuse to stretch the legs and have a cold one… Well Dorfus and his crew drove the Cunt Smasher to Oside and wanted to skate some back yard holes. Luckily Wu Weller was in town at the same time and that’s always a good thing because he gets people motivated and people in Oceanside need serious motivation. Something about the couches here, no one can get off of them. But that’s another story for another day.

Back to the story at hand. Jamie hyped up taking the Cunt Smashers up to the fire pools and with a little mota vation or a lot ( how ever you want to look at it) we were on our way. An hour into the drive on the 215 freeway the car felt like taking a nap. Mostly not a big deal but the city was doing construction on the freeway and there was no emergency lane for the car to nap in. So what do they do? Just parked it in the slow lane…..Not on the shoulder, not in the dirt, but directly in the slow lane. Shit was hectic. Car’s flying by inches away from us, how we didn’t get hit or hassled I will never know. But sure enough 10 minutes and one cold one later we we’re back on the road and on our way to do some extreme soul bowl shred the gnar pool rip riding. Shaka gnar!

Here’s some photo’s from that day….

Prince Forskin left the Dickville fortress long enough to show the Mates how to slash grind…..

“Hey girl! Spread your legs and let me take a picture!” Not really but you get the picture. Ha ha get it? Get the picture. derrrrrrrrrrrrrf. I should be a comedian.

Sketchy Goat Keller.

The artist formally known as Davey Rockit.

Luke Girling: slashes for life…

. “Can everyone move off the stairs? It’s stair time!”

Dorfus didn’t even try to carve over them. First try frontside grind over the shallows.

Boneless in a back yarder? Why not?

After the hilltop kidney we went down the street to this other one. Scotty Keller f.s.g ( I’ve been told abbreviations are cool)

concrete jungle….. Oh shit what am I doing? that could be the new mag. Wu Weller first appearance in Concrete Jungle.

T.A.F.N.A.D.R with a concrete jungle f.s.g

Noah. Noah what? Noah who? I dunno. But this Poofda is cool as hell and rip rides….. f.s.g

Way before this crail slide went down in San Bernandino Dorfus grinded every single pool block at Orcas Island. Every single god damn last one of them. Even the little half block ones on the edges and shit. Why? Why not? He also got a bottle of whiskey for it. - THE END.