March 21, 2014 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

The best week of my life part two : Tying the knot

Images by @jacksonloriaimages

It nearly all went pear shaped. I had taken care of all I needed to do except a couple of tasks. I had a cut throat razor shave. Picked up the flowers and cleaned the car. All was well and just a couple of small tasks. These tasks and their pre arranged timelines blew out massively. Racing out to my car for the final dash home to try and scrub up into something presentable, I find my car chained up in a carpark. Forty minutes later I am weaving through traffic trying to boot home and back. I can’t find my new pressed shirt and tie, I just jump in the car and floor it, calling Jo to let her know I will be late. I’m sorry darlin’ but you will have to be aware that I will be wearing a wife beater at the ceremony and that’s that. She just laughs and says it’s fine with a whiskey tinged giggle. I park my car on the footpath in a cloud of tyre smoke. In between two ice buckets I find my shirt and tie, call my brothers and let them know I made it. I’m running as I am getting dressed, cursing and relieved.

Noel is a Gentleman and transported the ladies in his immaculate T-Bird.

Jo, her sister Gayle and Hayley

And Lucette and Nicole. Of course Reedy is wearing Air Max’s

They were piped to the boat. I can remember finally relaxing and really trying to enjoy the moment. I distinctly recall being transfixed on my wife to be, thinking that I have done quite well indeed.

The crowd waited on the old ship

Jo was marched onto the boat with “Lord Vader’s March” and we took our spot in front of friends that are family and family that are friends

Our celebrant Lise, did a wonderful job. People had said we did a great job of the words chosen. We just answered questions and Lise created the words from that. Questions such as “How will you adapt and change as you grow old together” were answered with “I will buy a motorbike”. She did quite well.

My brothers gave us the rings from our Grandmothers

And we exchanged vows. I was concentrating very hard on not getting wobbly. Didn’t quite succeed and I wasn’t the only sook to tear up

Of course the kiss

And signing off with the Piper playing.

Witnessing

We were piped over to the mission to Seafarers

Dos Diablos Mexican was served from a converted Fire Truck

And we photographed the clans Feggans, Fyffe, Sinton, Compton and Spurling in the garden

The awesome cake from Atomic Cakes by Gav and Sophie was the centrepiece for the festivities

It bled when cut. Children hovered

Matt and Clare battled the domes woeful acoustics and ripped some tunes

Speeches happened of course

And Jo adopting a Hobbit eske name was toasted.

We got stuck into the Whiskey

Jo’s Mum was happy

And we so appreciated friends and family. Jo and I would have loved to spend more time with everyone, it’s difficult hosting! Of course some great friends are not in the photos. Send us through your pictures! It was the happiest day of my life and it would have not been the same without you all being there to share it with. Jo feels the same, we are deeply grateful. Thank you for your kind words, gifts and just being such good mates and support.

March 20, 2014 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

The best week of my life part one : Bux

I wasn’t too keen on a Bux, but with a little encouragement we threw one together. It was going to be nice weather so we gathered the crew and headed down the Peninsular. Beer always helps, and there was rules. Cans only, tape your next to your last.

First stop was Mt Eliza. Cunnaz tucked one into the deep. Tom Peden photo.

I was taking it super easy. I was so worried about axing myself right before the wedding and blowing it. I cruised around on some 80’s style setup. Carve grind. Photo Tom Peden

Cunnaz Krooks. Tom Peden photo.

Next stop Pearcedale. Photo Tom Peden

Duncan swept

Dan slid lips

Cunnaz front fiddy’d around the corner and yoinked her in

Nick ruled, I only picked the camera up for about 15 minutes and missed it all. Smith

Tom had quite a Wizard Staff by this point. Back smith

Continuing the theme, Seany in the weird elliptical deep.

Nosepick like a boss

We headed to the new park at Balnarring. Its a ripper little spot, with a little pine forest to slither style camp in. After a dip at the beach, we cranked up the lights and the tunes. My brother Hugh drove down from Frankston with a gourmet spread. We might have let off a few fireworks.

All night there were hollers for tape for the next beer or breach repairs.

Jake ollie to smith. Jake broke his collar bone at 4am and we didn’t leave until 3 the next day. Didn’t complain once! Tuff carnt! Tom Peden photo

Cunnaz kicky back tail. Photo Tom Peden

Nick Ollie to fakie and bean plant to fakie, 20 cans into his wizard staff. Photos Tom Peden

These kind of shenanigans continued until 5am when we set up camp, or slept on the pine needles. Tom Peden photo

Duncan with hair of the dog wizardry the next morning. Thankyou for everyone making the trip down and for the good times. Bat Stiffy

February 24, 2014 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

B-rat

With no chance of rain on the horizon we gathered the crew and headed west.

First stop was Ballarat park. When it was first built it was the business. There is still plenty of lines to be had, but the scooter plague curbed our enthusiasm. Nick sized her up.

And popped a hefty Lien Melon

We were after unique terrain so we ventured to the Ye Olde Sovereign Hill

Trev loves hitting the road

Bristol got some

Cunnaz braved the sketchy lip for a roll in

Nick rolled in elsewhere

Cunnaz kicky

The bricks were no quite haggard enough so we hit up Wendouree

Bristol got stuck in

I don’t think this channel has had too many hucks over it. Cunnaz with a bit of pop.

New deal

Gez rock n roll

Ole Brighty went a bit berko.

Fiddy

Blunt

Crailslide full throttle

Lien

Melancholy

Tail block to Fakie

Frontside tweaker

The Grim Creepers rocked up. These cunce are rad, everything I love about skateboarding and punk rock. All have a T-shirt sleeve allergy.

Heckle heavy

Creepin’

This is me headed straight for the flat bottom. Didn’t tickle.

Me nosegrab skid. Brighty on the trigger

Shoota straight up destroys. So much length on brutal as noping

Boosting a stalefish on harsh as tranny.

Session ender! We then headed back to B-rat part for a wind down.

January 20, 2014 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

The Mayor’s 40th Beerday Convoy & RJ is a wild man

So on Saturday night The Mayor celebrated his 40th rotation around the sun with a shindig at his joint. After quite a few deep fried chillies and large amounts of liquor he finished up about 6am. I had informed him that there was no buffer zone for the 12:30 departure well in advance at about 2am. Anyway he was a little worse for wear and a little late for departure despite living next door.

The mini guitar copped quite a workout.

We made it to the first destination, Barwon Heads. There was quite a session going with some of the younger bowl dogs in fine form.

He perked up…

…and got some

The peanut gallery was heckle heavy

Duncan got wild with a Danger Plant

I love rolling with Chico. I didn’t get any pics of him skating unfortunately. I can’t remember why but here is a photo of his tits

I would have turned this into a “Respect Where Due” on Rj but this is just him doing his thing. It’s not even him at 70%, just him casually destroying stuff. Stay tuned I am sure a proper feature will be up before to long on something much more worthy than my pissweak blog.

I’m so psyched to see Rj full throttle at Bondi. He is an animal. Ollie from the hip into the no flat U pipe

I’m in the wrong spot but it is a fangin’ smith

Hooking a large fish into the U pipe

Flapped out tail grab

Invert in a killer run, just ripping.

Then we went to Corio. Matt was a grom hitting this place up and had a few good tales about it. It is like a cheese grater, haggard, bitter and vengeful.

Sizing her up

Bristol Getting some

Chico with a face of “what the”

Dan getting some proper length skids

Duncan left his camera bag on my wheelie bin out the front of my joint. It was recovered safe and sound luckily. He borrowed my camera for a bit. Here is me having a gouge

Dan was hooking into these rad exits. All four through the harsh

This is a shot of Duncan’s I edited slightly. It’s a DNL, I am posting it to encourage/heckle Matt for a rematch with it. He has it on a good day, refer to photo one.

In the wrong spot again. An air where so few have aired

No worries at all on this beast of a back disaster. Perfect style.

A gem of a photo with Duncan on the trigger. Powerful Crail

Danger in

Duncan on the trigger with Rj doing Neil Blender justice on a Lien to Tail

Ollie, this is craziness.

I am very grateful for my mates.

We got a good thing going on

January 12, 2014 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

Assorted rad stuff

I haven’t been getting the camera out much so the blog has been a little neglected. I dumped the memory card and was stoked to have a some rad stuff in there.

Here are some images from the past month. Summer vibes and good crew.

Mates

TBC Compound

Cunnaz Back Tail

Gez Front Fiddy

Rock N Roll

Happy Back Tail Shove

Sammy B Blunt

FS Rock

Encouraging foolhardy behaviour

Jo and Dexter

I love this old hag. She was real grumpy and served everyone a proper hiding at one point that session.

Cunnaz giving Pearcedale a Back D

Body Jar

Skids

Ducky 5-0

Mr Ewington Feebs

The Mayor ripping one

Pete, Trevor and Foz at Healesville

Cunnaz going big at Healesville

Duncan Tail skid

Pants getting some

Noel Fangin’ it at the One T Memorial Jam

I love this joint. Rosebud

Rye is heavy.

Rj is back in town!

Bristol ignoring gravity’s persuasiveness.

Dodging boards on a bail

Rj ripping a massive Stalefish

December 19, 2013 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

Respect Where Due : Matt “The Mayor” Green

My estimate is 1987. That was the period of history where The Mayor thought to himself “Yep, this will do just fine.” This does not just relate to a shape of board or a style of shoe, this relates to a Style itself. The way the trick is performed, the sound of the thwack when the Rock n Roll is decked, the rawness and the flow. There is the attitude based around respect and paying dues as much as it is around shredding.

Matt and I share a fence. I had a appendicitis the first new years eve in my house and was not up for a party. I was stoked to be kept awake by Black Sabbath being cranked well into the morning. Since then becoming very close mates with Matt and Clare has been great. It reminds me of being a teenager having your skate rat neighbour knocking at your door. The attire is period correct to my teenage memories too.

So, yeah. Respect where due to The Mayor.

Playing Hank Williams amongst other things on the back of a truck

Front rock on his municipality

You can hear it yeah?

Tailblock

Decking her proper

Committed angles

Gouging

Fiddy

December 8, 2013 by joshuafeggans - 1 Comment

Respect Where Due : Tim “Cunnaz” Cunneen

When Cunnaz drops in it’s on. No matter how heavy the spot or how many beers he has put away he is going to throw down. Always keen to hit the road with Trevor in one hand and a chilly bin in the other, a ripper one liner and a sense of adventure.

These photos are of skateboarding done powerfully, solidly and at full speed.

Cunnaz with his best mate Trevor

Frontside nosebluntslide the length of the top

Backside kickflip the cut out

Blasting the Fawkner hip. Lien melon

I was on the wrong side when he just threw this out mid run. Don’t mind the angle. Back tail

Frontside nosegrind

If you went to this place you know how gnarly this is.

Back disaster on the Eaglehawk over vert

December 5, 2013 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

Respect Where Due : Sam Bishop

You will see Sam fangin’ around, getting more speed out of pockets than should be possible. Not a technician, more of a brawler on the concrete. It is a pleasure to watch. I haven’t skated with Sam that long, but I am stoked when we hit it up. Always positive and always fun.

Sam is going to be a Dad soon. I reckon he will be rad at it.

Here are a few photos from last year and this one.

Frontside Air at Meadow Heights

Blunt in the Devils piss trough

Fangin’

Boneless one

Layback at TBC

Ollie at the local

December 3, 2013 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

Respect Where Due : Sean Ritchie

If you only watched skateboarding videos or flicked through magazines you may never of heard of him. If you are out regularly schralping the concrete you would know who he is. Suffice to say Seany has been ripping harder, for decades, far more than most.

These photos are of regular sessions with Seany throwing down. Full speed and fully committed. Consistent and solid.

Seany and Natasha

Still on the way up

Blunt kicky at TBC

Gouging Corio

Nosepick

November 27, 2013 by joshuafeggans - 0 comments

Dubbo and the search for full pipes

I was planning on spending the night at my cousin Dans house (and talking his ear off about getting my pilots licence) but I was making good time so we caught up for a beer instead. So from Milthorpe I headed to Molong, Wellington and then Dubbo. I didn’t want to risk driving to Tamworth at dusk as I had seen some huge kangaroos already, but pushed on through some cracking back roads. The roads were Mad Max territory and I was cranking Metallica, there may have been some “settle down there mate” moments.

Dubbo is the pinnacle of Dorfus era Convic parks. Great lines and balls-shrinking-into-your-stomach sized obstacles. It was pushing well into the 35 degree territory, real dry heat, so I got some before I saw little white dots and called it a session.

This is the feature I wanted to push my limited abilities on. After a thorough clean out I tried to get higher frontside in the pipe until I slammed on my back. Laying there, writhing about like a fish on a riverbank I contemplated skateboarding this stuff completely alone, no one in sight. I pictured the local ghetto kids picking up my camera gear and car keys whilst I lay there. It helped me get up off my arse.

I caught up with my old man, driving straight to his touch footy game. At 63 he plays against blokes in their 40’s. They were all top blokes, giving each other crap over a few tinnies. Some of Dad’s mates have started playing bowls. I knew he was keen, but slightly hesitant to get started. We played a game together, which was his first. This year has reinforced the importance of family immensely for me. My older brother Ben and his son Luca played too and we had a couple of beers.

This is where my Nan played. It is the best joint for a beer in Tamworth.

My old man.

I hit the road again in search for something I had been researching.

If you never jumped fences your life would be less fun.

This is usually a good sign.

It was there, and it was egg shaped! 32ft by 26ft. Apparently it is usually dry but they released some water for the farmers coping with the drought (or climate change, for those stupid enough not to link the two) I will have to come back.

Next to it was this bad boy. What a ditch! It was surprisingly smooth. It was on a hill so by the time you reached the bottom you were really fangin’. I did all manner of skids and boneless ones and had a fantastic time.

I was pretty stoked. I’ll be back for you Egg Pipe!