26/03/2007 | by Onboard
When: Thu 1st of January 1970
Where: Brick Lane, London
Better known for curries than powder, Brick Lane was a novel new location for The Park Trade Show in London this month. More novel still was the three am, twenty-four tonne dump of artificial snow for an impromptu snowboard jam.
Having been running their contemporary street wear trade shows for the last eight seasons the guys behind The Park aimed to put on something a wee bit special this year – with a little help from their friends (at Vans, Analog, Relentless, theSnoZone, Motorola, The Consortium, Standing Sideways, Vladivar) and recruiting master craftsman Damo Doyle and his band of merry helpers, plus a keg of mulled wine, plus a crop of Milton Keynes’s finest, they hosted Brick Lane’s very own rail jam.
The set up was familiar but quality and placed in the midst of the concrete pillars of the Truman Brewery. A wide drop in led to a choice of three of the Burton Black Metal rails. In action were some of the UK’s finest homegrown talent plus some local exports imported for the event in the form of Ryan Evans, Ollie Pulley, Chris Chatt and Neil Campbell.
The riding was good all round but shining bright was Chris Chatt with his array of technical jib-foolery (Front blunt to switch 50 50 to cab 360 out. Front board to frontside 5 0 to back 180 out. 50 50 to 180 to switch 50 50, 180 out. If you don’t believe it you’ll have to check the footage this autumn, ridiculous!! (Especially seeing as I missed it all trying to get a mug shot of Samuel Nelson).
Paul Rennie did great to come back from his golden duck first run and lay down for the rest of the night and Ryan Evans, out for the count since August following the noble pursuit of dollar bill chasing, (that and getting engaged, congratulations Evo and Kelly!!) was nonetheless in fine form getting right back in there with back 270’s to the C, 270 out. Not to mention Ricky Barrow and Damo Doyle with solid skills and camera performances, nor the young Knox clan, slaying all night along – in fact last reports are that Sparrow is still there hitting the down bar for his brother’s camera.
The riders were rewarded for their efforts with phones and cash while the rest of us were rewarded for ours with wet feet and an inexhaustible supply of mulled wine, a perfect set up for the curry and jiving to come later.
Words and photos: James Bryant