Sacha Wheeler

Back in London after a wonderful time in Oz.

A promise; no more stupid rants on this blog. No one cared, least of all me. From now on it’s skateboarding boardsports only, and plenty of it.

There are enough opinions out there, but not enough 39 year old skaters filming their follies and posting them to a website for no good reason other than it enforces his exercise regime without joining a gym.

L8r.

p.s. Airbourne were amazing. Aussies sure know their rock ‘n roll

 

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And here is my new *roadshagger*. A pimped out vespa from ScooterWorld - body from at least 2 ET4s, engine from a GT125 and wheels from a LX.

with some mad paintwork which the mechanic did for a girl he fancied.

I’m very happy with it.

update: observant viewers will notice the limited edition “Circle Jerks” Vans on my feet

Skateboarding in Brompton Cemetary to Faith No More’s Midlife Crisis.

 

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This song seemed appropriate.

Faith No More - Midlife Crisis Lyrics

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I’m thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You’re perfect, yes, it’s true
But without me you’re only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain’t bleedin’ enough for two
It’s a midlife crisis…
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
I’m a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You’re perfect, yes, it’s true
But without me you’re only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain’t bleedin’ enough for two
It’s a midlife crisis…

Spent a lovely bank-holiday weekend camping in Wales…

with an extremely fine bunch of people.

much of it spent around the campfire.

 

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This is the very last time I leave my skateboard at home.

A beautiful day in London, skateboarding by the Thames (map) to Vehicle by Ides of March (1970).

 

 Skateboarding to Ides of March - Vehicle: Play Now | Play in Popup

Hey well, I’m a friendly stranger in a black Sedan
Won’t you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy, I’m a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

Well, if you wants to be a movie star,
I’ll get a ticket to Hollywood
But if you want to stay just the way you are,
You know I think you really should

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
Oh, you know I do

Hey well, I’m a friendly stranger in a black Sedan
Won’t you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, candy, I’m a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star

I’m your vehicle, baby
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
I’m your vehicle, woman
But I’m not sure that you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, got to have ya
Great God in heaven, you know I love you
And I’m your vehicle, babe

You know I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya, I got to have you, child
Great God in heaven, you know I love you

Skateboarding in Brompton Cemetary (map) listening to Bauhaus, The Passion of Lovers.

 

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Brompton Cemetary has a rich history of lovers meeting for the first time.

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They’d gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she