Bolts of Thunder is an underground movement of skaters, posers, and wannabees that have come together to make skate videos, wreak havoc on the man and the war machine, and contribute nothing to the general populous of the world. But we have fun doing it.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Oldie but Greatie
Before viewer ratings drop significantly, I thought I'd put something up. This is an oldie but a greatie. A classic Matt, Nick, Jon, and scooter combo is something to be treasured. Nobody would know it, but Matt put his life at great risk to get this picture. That little scooter kid is just a random kid that we met at the park that day, and he is directly over Matt's head. I don't know why we even thought of letting the kid jump over Matt that way, but Matt held the pose perfectly every try, then let out in horror after the kid landed.
So this picture was pretty hard to get. These were the days before smart phones were really smart at all, and Nick had a camera on his phone. But it was the unpredictable kind that had like a 3 or 4 second delay on it. So we kept trying to take the picture, but the kid was long gone by the time the camera even took anything. We had to measure the kid's speed, the camera's delay, add some wind variation and what not in there, and we discovered that if Nick pushed the camera button when the kid had ridden about a foot down the bank on the other side of this launch, the camera would take the picture at just the right moment. It finally worked, and this wonderful piece of art and memory is the direct result of hard work, planning, and perseverance. Three principles that are fairly new to Bolts of Thunder but might prove useful at times... I would like to end this post by drawing attention to Matt's controlled facial expression while unproven aggression floats hazardously overhead. The sign of a true master.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Words of wisdom from a wise man
"So I've been reading your Bolts of Thunder blog man. I hereby ordain you, master story teller of the universe." - Kieth Birkett
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Game Changer
So I've got some strange news for you all. Apparently this blog has a limit of how many pictures I can add, and I've hit that limit. So I won't be able to add anything new to it unless I pay money, and we all know that that's never going to happen. So I've put up a couple pictures that have already made their way onto this blog. So I'm not quite sure what to do, but I'm thinking of starting a new blog where I can keep putting up pictures for free. But I don't know, and I guess we'll just see.
Also, I'm still in the process of moving in to my new place and getting used to American food, so I haven't been writing much. When I'm not so busy digesting processed foods or moving boxes around, I'll start writing more. Just to give you fair warning that I might not be writing much in the next little bit. But then again, what do I owe anyone? Absolutely nothing. So consider every post from here on out a gift, a gift that should be cherished with your entire being...
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Deal with it
Yeah, that's right, I don't write as much as you want me to. Deal with it. Good news. We have a Bolts of Thunder skate session set for this weekend. There's even talks of cameras being present, which we all know means one thing. A Bolts of Thunder video in the works... maybe just maybe. Pictures and comments to follow soon.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
The boys are back in town
Today I have set my first steps on American soil in 3 months! Now that I'm not in Italy, I miss the place. Especially the food. If there's one thing Italians know, it's their food. If there's one thing they don't, it's their driving. They sick at driving. Real bad... Anyway, this post is a round up call to all thunder bolts. The boys are back in town, and we're hitting the streets hard. Pictures to come soon...
Monday, November 19, 2012
Momma, momma I'm comin home...
I haven't much time... We'll just say that Italian internet isn't the friendliest, and I've got to get this post up before the internet decides it's worked enough today. Folks, I just got back from Rome. To put it in words that you'll understand best, I like to think my reaction to Rome was not much unlike the Fellowship's reaction when they reached mines of Moria; the feeling of being so little and insignificant in the sight of such grandness, tired at the thought of walking so much, a perpetual feeling of hunger, and maybe a little afraid of someone following me. Going into the Pantheon was especially like when the fellowship entered the realm of the kingdom of Moria. You know, the part with all the columns, and Gilmly of Gloin sees the open door that has the tomb of Barum. Come on, you know what scene I'm talking about! That scene, that's what it was like for me going into the Pantheon. Amazing stuff. But I think I've gotten all or more of the mileage I ever should have out of my analogy, so I'll stop there. Suffice it to say, Rome is amazing.
So I'm going back to Provo this week! That's right, my Italian adventure has come to an end. I even gave my skateboard to Francesco, the 12 year old ripper here in Siena, which means I'm ready to go home and hook up a new board. So I'll be reuniting with the Bolts of Thunder crew there and we'll get working on our next project. See you in Utah!
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Ninja instincts ready to burst
I saw this picture on my flash drive at work today. I forgot that I have a folder with a whole bunch of skating pictures on it, and I saw it earlier today. They're all older pictures, at least 2 years old. A bunch of stuff from the first Bolts of Thunder video, and even before. So this is a picture of Nick doing what Nicks do best. It represents times past, a time when skin was smoother, whiter, less wrinkled, and untainted by all the second hand smoking I'm doing these days. Man, if you could stop me from venting right now, I wouldn't do it. But you can't stop me, so I'm unleashing right now. Actually, partly unleashing. Every time I smell someone's cigarette that's getting wagged in my face I start swearing at them and Pulp Fiction Samuel L Jackson quoting scriptures while pointing a gun scenarios start running through my mind and I wonder how dangerous I'd be right now had I started/stuck with martial arts as a child. This picture represents a time of innocence, before I was consuming tons of smoke every day. Although I was in Geneva when Matt sent me this picture, so I was surely second hand smoking like a chimney then too... But still, this picture keeps that dream alive. The dream where people don't piss you off by blowing smoke in your face... My minds getting going right now and my heart rate is up. I'd better stop talking about people smoking...
Anyway, I wanted to put up this picture of Nick rockettering above the skyline. Or the coping line? I can't remember which. Not important. Let the ninja inside you go, Nick. Fly out of that coping...
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