What Happens in Between

In all my years managing the Clog (a daunting task that many times has driven me to the brink of suicide) I have made no bigger mistake than neglecting to post something about Travis Knight.  Part gypsy part genius, Travis bobs and weaves his way in and out of my life like a sewing needle at the hands of a drunken seamstress.  Never has a run in with Travis been without shenanigans, but also strangely profound and enlightening conversation.

During a Knight (see what I did there) much like the one pictured, Travis mysteriously showed up at Tyler's old house off of Race Street.  It had been sometime since last we enjoyed one another's company and we quickly dove into a deep discourse of gibberish.  Our ramblings eventually led the topic of skateboarding.  It wasn't long before we shared an epiphany.

Skateboarding is less about the act but more about the things that occur between skating. 

Whether it is driving aimlessly for miles with your friends, seeing new places, witnessing fights, eating in seedy restaurants, or sleeping in parking lots skateboarding puts us in the thick of it all.  It keeps us in touch with the world around us.  The fine mesh strainer of life will always catch the thicker chunks of reality.