Blair Boards...

an electronic conversation with my old friend Jason Farrell had some faded memories drift to the surface...
Jason just finished shooting some SNOWBOARD VIDEOS for SIGNAL


our conversation had us each laughing on alternate coasts about a short period where we worked for Bob Blair making snowboards in his Poolesville barn
here is a GWADZILLA ARCHIVE from 2004
ah... the BLAIR BOARD! where factory seconds come first!

I will have to read this post later
not sure what I said or why...

always wondered why there was not more documentation on the TOKE TEAM
Gwadzilla mention of the TOKE TEAM


Blair Boards: A Project More Scary than the Blair Witch
Not sure how this all happened...
the chronology is not clear in my head, but I will see what memories rise to the surface. ..

it may have been a period in my life where I was still working hard on find an alternate way to work that did not really feel like work. so rather than making good money in an office (at this point I had never had an office job, that did not happen till my early 30s). I joined forces with Jason Farrell and went to the Blair Farm in Poolesville Maryland to work in a barn making snowboards.

Before any of this goes any further there should be a little background...
Bob Blair is an old school skater/snowboarder with some serious talent for catching air. He talks slow and he rides fast. Not sure where the money comes from, but the Blair boys have some serious money.....money to burn....and they all burn baby burn. Bob has a sorted past, but who doesn't. I have heard tales of his old school past, most of which have hit local folk lore status, all of which are true, some may be blown out of proportion, but the core of the message is still true. Bob rode with a colorful cast of characters that called themselves The Toke Team. These guys were the like Hells Angels on Skateboards. It was all about living large and crashing hard. Adrenalin junkies long before the word EXTREME came into vogue. Each individual member was more like a cartoon character than a real person, these guys would have made a great white Fat Albert and the Gang, but none of them were fat. (Wiggy, Tobin, Puker, Hayman, Bob Blair aka The Blur...to name a few...was Micro an official member?.) This is enough background...fill in the blank...use your imagination....on with the story.

Somewhere in the early/middle 90s I heard that Bob was looking for some people to work his new snowboarding manufacturing plant. Okay, it was a crusty old barn with a used snowboard press and a handful of tools. For some reason Jason Farrell and I decided to take on this project. Before you know it we were commuting from our perspective Mount Pleasant group houses in downtown DC to rural Poolesville Maryland in Jason's '67 Cadillac limo to work in Bob Blair's sweat shop. We were the 'jack of all trades, masters of none.' OSHA and EPA had nothing on this place. There were no goggles, no earplugs, no respirators, and no ventilation. It was dream that never left the drool covered pillow case or the unchanged sheets. I recall our favorite part of the snowboard building process was gluing the rails. The glue was a two step process, glue and accelerator; ZIP KICKER. Man, put those two together and you could turn Einstein and Edison into Beavis and Butthead. Man, oh, Man! That stuff could change our moods. Jason would be all grumpy about us working yet another week without getting a paycheck living off his Exxon card and my maxed out Visa card and I would say...."lets go glue some rails" And bam, smiles...giggles...and infantile humor. It was a short lived work scenario. We were not model employees and Bob was far from a model employer.....the product was shoddy and the industry was booming. There seemed to be no place for the Blair Board with its original, yet ghetto graphics adorning an irregular and imperfect product.
We arrived late and left early each day. When we were not making boards we were jumping on the trampoline, taking turns on the brakeless two stroke dirtbike, cutting wood with the chainsaw, or throwing rocks for Jason's housemate Russell's brindle Pit Bull Jake-Dog. It was an episode of denial. Not time well spent. An interesting time, but not the most productive time. Jake-Dog did manage to get laid for his first and only time ever. Jake got a piece and then threw up. We logged a number of hours and never got paid for them (always clocking out before we went on our white trash adventures.) Bob has his blurred vision and an unintelligible rational for never giving us all of our money. We each walked our separate directions angry and bitter. In the end I try to keep my heart rate down by rationalizing things....I should have known better than to think that anything productive would have come from working under someone as sketchy as bob blair. I can only blame myself.

It was a colorful time, not an entirely productive time, yet colorful just the same. The memories are BLURRED as are any memories of Bob Blair. His farm with its 200plus year old house and the parties that were thrown there can be summed up in one word; Decadent. Well, make that two words Drunken and Decadent. Okay, use three or four, sure, use as many as you want. His farm became known as "The Compound." A variety of B-Town skaters lived there. The Compound did infact become Waco East with Bob Blair as the long haired messiah. Those that lived there could draw a more accurate picture than I can. That farm was just a chapter in the history of the local skaters and the local skate scene. A scene that has disbanded, yet still has chapters written all over the country and perhaps all over the world.

Thrasher Magazine
There has to be some history of The Toke Team somewhere...
the Annadale Ramp in the early 80's and then the steal coated ramp at Cedarcrest in Manasas VA are a large part of East Coast Skate History
Ramptech is a completely different company that I also worked for. Mike Mapp, aka Micro, was an amped and angry skater with a vision. Skating was dormant, yet he believed. Mike could have been doing custom home building, yet he wanted to build skateboard ramps. In this case a person's dreams came true. But the format was completely differnent. Mike was driven and dedicated. He knew there were things that he could not do, he occassionally listened to advice and occassionally used it. And BAM! It all paid off.
I think I will try to give Mike a call.

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Anonymous said...

Maybe not the toke team but part of the same era. Manuel, his brother H, Frito, Sam Bu, of course Lawerence, Marcus...the list goes on.
The old white flint ramp, which turned into the new white flint ramp, and then of course no white flint ramp.
Can't remember the name of the guy who impaled himself on a small stump after falling over the edge with no deck on one side.
I remember the CC jams, Bill Danforth, Fred Smith, Gwar, Bad Brains. I was just a kid, you can imagine the impact of that scene. Still gives me goose bumps. Miss it.

gwadzilla said...

Russ-I was on the outside of that action... but was aware that it was happening
many of those people were the people I hung with
the B-Town crowd was a tight knit bunch that I was on the outside of but good friends with

Dave Pillow is the living legend who got impaled at the White Flint ramp
apparently Lawrence has a write up of that whole incident on his page
I will try to locate it and link it

Dave Pillow was working at Apple Courier when that all happened

Dave is alive, well, and still skating somewhere in Florida
so many of these guys are still rocking it on the skateboard
others gave it up

wish there was better documentation of it all

well... it is documented
where is HOUND DOG!
you know if you say it three times he shows up

Anonymous said...

Yeah, like I said I was just a kid back then. Some might remember me by the nickname Feebile as I had a mean feeble to fakey that I could lock in for about ten to twelve feet. Some of the old school guys used to go nuts.
I finally dug a memory of Jason, he was famous to our crew when we heard stories of him doing rock and rolls on highway bariers. Not such a big deal now but back then...
Bob Blair, big, burley, aggro. Jeff Muscle Man, don't turn around he might steal your girl. Spike would also hang out at CC, Glen, Nubby, Scooby of who was a messenger and great mountain biker.
Thats was how I got into racing, well mesengering and then racing. Following in my old school forfathers footsteps. I just took it one more step.

Thanks for the memories. I also dug the post about Lawerence and Bells Of. He was someone I hung out with after my skate period. I belive he was a messenger for 12 years. He was old school, didn't mix in with the crowd at dupont, rolled to the beat of his own drum, got in got out. Made his money and "bought the farm".

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