Shredding in the mid 80s in NE Ohio was a real treat. The terrain was covered in gravel and always 45 minutes away by Chevette. Shred season
was confined to March through November, and those cold months required giant gloves and ear covering hats. On top of everything else in the
pre-Nirvana days of culture-mixing, shredders faced a solid chance of getting pounded by a truck-load of rich jocks who didn't understand the
appeal of shredding. These are the same people that you see playing that beanbag tossing game in the summer. I don't have any photos from
my days as a shredder, thankfully Steve Stibora put his on Facebook, and it took me back all the same. Thanks a lot, Smokin' Steve!