An ode to Ramondetta...
There's nothing I can say that Jim didn't already say in the intro to my interview with Peter. But god damn, Peter destroyed it this weekend. I'm not sure anyone out there who hasn't seen Peter skate in real life will ever have any idea how amazing it is to watch him.
I should add that I missed a sequence of a first try heelflip backtail down the 6 stair hubba, but I'm really not that broken up about it... seeing it with my own eyes was way better than through the fuckin' viewfinder.
"Peter is a totally normal guy who'll stand next to you, talk quietly about whatever, laugh at a few jokes, kick around the park with you and you feel like, 'Hey he's human. He's like me when we skate.'
Then you see him bust and it's like, 'Holy shit where did that come from?' And not in a totally aggro 'Look at how big I'm going' way. It's subtle and natural. It's clean and almost out of nowhere. And even though death is inches away, Peter looks like he could do it all day.
I really don't know anyone else who has what Peter has and carries themselves in such a solid, straight-up, 'regular guy' way. When some guys are going fucking huge you see them get all amped up and something changes in their eyes. But Pete is even—just cool as fuck. He's got the 'I'm going to backlip this kinked fucking rail or I'm going to eat fucking shit—either way what will be, will be, so fuck it'-type eyes.
It's subtle and huge. Like a freight train coming out of the fog and heading right at you."
—Jim Thiebaud
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