Josh E, Zane and I (Matthys) arrived at the hill the day before the race at sunset. We drove up and instantly looked in the back of the van to see if we had remembered the broom. The hill was pretty much covered in gravel. The construction sites on the hill had left marble sized rocks over all the corners. After about 3 hours of…

Robdog the puppet master. Image: Stine Baska

“Livin in Bathurst ain’t easy, the women are kinda greasy” was kind of the working slave tune Hendo and myself were singing as we laid out the haybails early Wednesday morning. Fresh from one night's rest in "Hotel el Robbo” - now housing about 12…

Image: Mic W

OK done; The fortnight has foregone; rest has sufficiently graced myself and the ability to jar loose the fragments of memory to piece together the best two skate events ever put on a global…