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Heddings Memorial Jam 2003

…a memorial jam was thrown in honor of Neil’s son, whom recently passed away. While the reason for the get together sucks, the memorial itself was sick!

Neil Heddings is one the sickest concrete rippers of all time. On Saturday February 15, 2003 a memorial jam was thrown in honor of Neil’s son, whom recently passed away. While the reason for the get together sucks, the memorial itself was sick! The thing took place at the Clinton Keith Pool, a right hand kidney with a love seat in the right hand pocket and a death box just left of center. This tight tranny beast has been skated for many years and even made the cover Transworld once. The whole thing was supposed to start around Noon. Being the good skater that I am, I did not show up until about three, things were in full swing.

Chet Childress - Steven Bailey
Chet Childress – Steven Bailey
Sam Hitz & Dave Reul
Sam Hitz & Dave Reul

How permission was obtained to throw this thing, I do not know. It was full on man! Maybe 75 vehicles were in the yard. There were a few booths to purchase food and alcohol and seven bands played. Course you could bring your own beer and the local Albertson’s was sold out of Pabst Blue, coincidence, probably not. The pool? Oh yea, there was some shit going down. Reul was finding some lines. Chet Childress, Benji Galloway and Jimmy The Greek were all visiting from the East Coast and hitting it pretty hard. Darren Navarette was smoking and drinking. Sam Hitz fucking rules any pool. Neil was shredding on and off. Darrell Delgado showed up and was actually bottom turning in a pool, that guy can find lines anywhere. On the Darrell Delgado scale of pools, this thing rates about an 8. Bailey started skating and pulling speed lines out of his ass. There was a ton of people ripping.

Up on the decks people were drinking, socializing and looking as hesh as they could. Chicks? Not too many but Chet Childress managed to get a few girls to flash. Around dark the generator was turned on and things rolled into the night. At this point I rolled to the Upland fullpipe but I heard that people started to leave around 8pm. Shit like this makes one believe that skateboarding can still be fun, Shaka.