Spot Checks by Packy: Swayne’s Ramp

Swayne Ramp Jam

 

ADDRESS: CLASSIFIED Ln, CLASSIFIED, VA

Hours: When he calls you.

Jeff Swayne pivots his extension. Photo by Paul Horning

Jeff Swayne pivots his extension. Photo by Paul Horning

 

Sometimes it snows in Virginia.

Sometimes it snows in Virginia.

Overview of the big backyard and solid ass mini ramp

Overview of the big backyard and solid ass mini ramp

The author (@pabstdrinkin) drinkin pabst at a ramp jam.

The author (@pabstdrinkin) drinkin pabst at a ramp jam.

The Good: Jeff Swayne’s ramp is about a year or two old, 6ft tall and has two 8ft extensions that are 8ft wide with federal stone pool coping. It also features black skatelite. It’s halfway between DC and Front Royal, VA off I-66. Jeff has a killer backyard and he has camp-out parties 2-3 times a year. They’re great gatherings, he provides food, you provide alcohol – it’s a good thing. The fire pit is a 55 gallon drum with the words “fuck you” etched into it. It’s a nice touch. There is no crying at Jeff Swayne’s parties, criers are removed and banned for life. It’s already happened once so lets not let it happen again. 

 

The Bad: You don’t know where it is. Tequila is heavily consumed (this could be good or bad depending on the amount of sand in your panties). 

 

Food/Drink Situation:
BYOB

 

 

Packy

Name: Donald Packard Fancher (seriously...) Born: 1985 Status: Engaged, my chick skates roundwall better than you. Sponsors / Flow: Cockfight Skateboards, WRV (I think...) I was into Star Wars, Legos, the Baltimore Orioles (how ironic..) and baseball until I was 11. That year I moved 3 hours away from anyone I knew. I found a skateboard, some kids to ride with and I crushed neighborhood sewer drains for a good year until we met an older kid with power tools. Developers were expanding our neighborhood so we stole TONS of wood and built launch ramps, rails, boxes, all sorts of shit. Shortly after that we got a local park built after getting some petitions signed and sat through some county meetings. It was rumored some older dudes came there one day that said they had a bowl a few miles into the country that anyone could ride if they found it. Well I fucking found it. I guess I got into roundwall and vert because it took me two years to learn kickflips. Skating transition in 2000 meant I skated with primarily old guys that grew up skating Trashmore and what not. By the time I had a license I was skating Trashmore during the week and all the Outer Banks terrain coming up at the time. I got to skate some pretty fun contests and local vert demos before I got outta High School. I skated World Cup bowl contests before everyone got the roundwall memo, then I went to college and I can't get my knee on the board when I eggplant anymore... I still weasel my way into a contest once a year to keep in touch with friends made over the years. Skateboarding has given me everything, I fundamentally have no idea how other people live. The world fucking sucks, there's nothing you can do about it but there's nothing stopping you from having a good time. My skateboard has showing me the world, introduced me to countless great people, and retaught me how to think about my existence on this blue globe of idiots.

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