First half of the day including the race was really rough thanks to the booze-a-palooza I had the night before. I barely glued myself off the bed, got ready, threw myself into the subway to hopefully make it to the race…
I surfaced at Times Square, dashed outside, and started skating down Broadway in hopes of catching one of the schools of racers. For the first minute or so, I was out of luck and worried a bit, but after another glance behind they surely appeared. Now it was time to do foot and camera work.
The rest of this was as fun as last year’s race, although I missed the beginning madness. Everyone was pushing hard just to get to the finish.
Chicks and dudes, all sorts of boards imaginable, incredible stoke and plenty of shralp.
Bomb is truly the best event on the east coast that brings all kinds of skaters together to do whatever they want to do. Race, cruise, hang out, its all up to you with this one. A real skate festival that promotes our culture, wrestles with the traffic laws, and gets on the local news every year.
Some of the spectators can be just as ballsy as us skaters, though given the nature of the event I would advise against some of these kinda moves-
All of us have plenty to worry about without people jumping out into our path just to take some cellphone pictures, but publicity is publicity I suppose.
Didn’t quite have to dodge any busses and trucks this year, and best of all the 5-0 was trying to help things finish after their failure at the starting line.
Finish line was bustling and everyone was taking a breather before doing another 4 miles to the BBQ.
Crazy dudes with Pennies. I love those little things, but for the madness that is the Bomb and having a camera out a about it can be a very poor choice of a deck.
And now for another highlight of the weekend- Evolve powered board:
This crazy thing can apparently last a good few hours on battery and sport a whopping 20mph on flat ground! If the price wasn’t an arm and a leg, I would definitely consider something like it for a proper commuting machine.
And then came the time for a grueling 4 mile stretch to the BBQ that was not fun after half-springing about 6 miles down the ‘way.
Next up, Saturday, BBQ.