The Bench at Boneyard and Other Sacred Places

Some spots you skate.

Others… you feel.

There’s a crusty little ledge behind the Boneyard Deli. We used to session it back in the early 2000s.
It’s not on Google Maps. You won’t find it on the ‘gram.
But that ledge?
It remembers things.

🍂 The Bench at Boneyard

Not even a real bench — just a chunk of broken concrete with enough flat to sit on.
That’s where I learned what skateboarding really is.

• It’s where Jono first landed a fakie flip.
• Where Ruby laughed so hard she snorted Powerade out her nose.
• Where I duct-taped my knee and went for one more line.
• Where we waited for the rain to pass, swapping stories about spots that no longer exist.

It’s where you sit, rest, watch.
And maybe, if you’re quiet enough, the spot talks back.

🌀 The Whisper

Ever been somewhere and just knew how to hit it?
Like… you didn’t plan it — your body just moved right.

That’s the whisper.

It doesn’t always come. But when it does, don’t rush it.
Skate it. Respect it. Leave it better than you found it.

🧘 Chill Philosophy from the Cracks

• Wax is sacred. Use it wisely.
• If you bring snacks, you’re everyone’s favorite.
• Film your mates. Their clips are part of your story too.
• If you break your board, bury the nose at the spot. That’s tradition.

🛠️ Keeping the Lore Alive

Next time you find a weird little spot —
a crusty bank, a narrow ledge, a forgotten curb —
don’t just skate it.
Listen.

Because skating isn’t just pushing wood.
It’s carrying stories.
And sometimes… it’s just sitting on a slab of concrete, sharing a fizzy drink, waiting for the clouds to move.

See you out there.

— Nance
The Spot Whisperer