“I haven’t been here in years” was the first thing out of a lot of attendees to this years Jaro Bowl. This contest was put on by Bart Gal in order help raise money to preserve the artwork of our friend, Jerry Studencki. Everyone was busting out, and occasionally taking breaks to eat polish sausages on a beautiful Sunday. Thanks to everyone who came out!
Trevor gave me this sweet comic not too long ago that was bound by an old shoelace. Not only is it funny, but it gives an interesting look into the lives of two skate rats that start trouble.
Want a copy? Hit up Trevor. Can't find him? Start looking up at the writing on the wall.
This place was a fucking madhouse last night, and it was great.
Get it while it’s good. You never know how long spots like these last. Enjoy watching these rippers skate the beginnings of something awesome.
There was once an indoor skatepark located in Tinley Park called Krush. I remember walking up the staircase and seeing the wooden bowl they built. But even more so, I remember dropping in attempting to hit the corners going fast as possible, just for the polyurethane wheels to slip out, sending me head first to the bottom. It was great.
I would always think about how nice it would be for everyone to get together before Christmas to hang out and skate, and that's where the idea of Bowl Bash came from. First year it went down I think it was maybe 5 people including myself just skating and having fun. Every year it grew, with people screaming and slamming their boards on the floor creating a racket. Kids would walk up to the deck of the pool to see someone going mach 10, and blasting airs. "Is this a contest?" they would ask. We would laugh and shrug our shoulders.
Krush closed down, and it seemed as the bowl would be torn apart, never to be skated again. But the people at Asylum skatepark had a different idea. They took apart the whole thing, piece by piece, and drove it an hour (sometimes 2, depending on traffic) up north to give it a new home. So I decided to give the ol holiday tradition another go, and throw another Bowl Bash.
Thank you so much to all the sponsors who brought shit to give to the attendees, and thank you to everyone who came out to rip. It was fucking rad to see dads bring their kids to skate, and watching them going for it. I cant remember the name of the young man who won the Golden Shovel (which was awarded to whoever had the gnarliest slam) but I hope you hang on to that bad boy.
Merry Christmas! See you fuckers in the spring. We got fun stuff planned.
After the jam I went to Demma's and got a couple good shots of The Studs, and general jackassery.