The coolest thing about doing this site is some of the stuff that gets sent to us. Sometimes I'll get something so dope it causes me to say a quiet "fuck yeah" as I'm reading the email. The following testimonial to Mickey Reyes written by Jon Constantino is one of those things. Jon is an OG that came up skating in SF in the 80's. He went to school with Rick Ibaseta and Coco Santiago, so needless to say he knows what's up. The following gives a little insight on what it was like being a little kid during those legendary early days in SF. It also shows us what that SF swagger is based on and that even though a couple decades have passed, things haven't changed that much. - 48 Blocks

I remember when I was younger, I'd see Mickey skating around town. He'd usually be hanging out with all the CBS / Fogtown /Concrete Jungle guys. Those guys were pretty much the best and everyone looked up to / feared them. They weren't the nicest guys when it came to us younger skaters. They definitely didn't take shit from anyone, even if it meant throwing down some punches (which EMB pretty much took to heart in later years. They learned from the best.) You could say they were kind of a gang. Fuck it, let's just call a spade a spade. Not that they went out looking for trouble, but being a skater back then definitely wasn't as "cool" as it is these days. You didn't look the same as the jocks and the thugs at your school. You really were "different."

I remember Orb and Jake being especially big dicks to all the younger guys. Imagine a 12-13 year old kid walking into a skate shop in the Haight in the mid to late 80's and seeing this older, really fucking gruff looking guy with an obvious bad attitude and glasses behind the counter. Imagine if you accidently left the door open and this guy starts yelling at you "Were you born in a fucking barn? Close the fucking door!" And you kinda scamper away and close the door. At this point, you don't even WANT to ask about that D.R.I. or Beast or Board To Death deck you were thinking about buying. The one you saved all your paper route money for a month to pay for (that along with begging your mom and dad and maybe your grandparents for a little extra cash.) Sometimes it was a little intimidating being in situations involving those guys. Especially when you're learning how to skate and those guys come charging through the spot you're skating and start ripping the place up. And you try to show off that railslide you just learned and they're already ollieing up the block and doing ollie airwalks off it. You're pretty much being looked at as though you're just in the way (even though you were already skating there for half an hour before them.) Not the funnest feeling when the guys you look up to think you're just some stupid kid who needs to get out of their way.

This was pretty much the vibe you got most of the time, but for whatever reason; there was always that one skater that said" hi" to you. Yeah, he hung out with those guys and yeah, he was a sick ass skater; but for some reason he knew you were alright. That guy for me was always Mickey. I mean, we didn't have full blown out conversations, but he'd at least nod his head and give me the "what's up?"In my mind, he was the best. Yeah, Tommy would strike through once in a while. Of course everyone and their mom worshipped the very ground he skated on, but I'll always remember Mickey saying "later" as they skated off and no one else even knew we were there. That's the kind of shit I remember growing up skating in this town. As I got older, I got to know those guys and found out they weren't all that bad. They were actually really fucking cool. They knew you stuck it out and put your time into skating and they were down with that. Of course they still had those "I don't give a fuck!" vibes going, but Mickey wasn't like that. Then I came to learn that Mickey was the biggest bad-ass of them all! I learned that Mickey was NOT to be fucked with and that the ladies loved them some Mickey. All that and being a dope ass skater with sick ass natural style. Later on I learned that he actually became a cop! But that did nothing to tarnish his rep. In fact, it just added to the fucking legend! He probably didn't know how stoked I'd get when I was skating down the street and then I'd hear someone yelling my name and I turn around and it's Mickey driving in his car. That shit always made me smile inside. I knew it was more than just skating. It was about a local boy seeing another local boy make good. You paid your dues and now you're down. I'm pretty sure when I'm 40 years old and I'm walking through the Mission and I run into Mickey he'll still give me the same "What's up?" he always has. I'll still probably think to myself "Damn, Mickey's cool as fuck!" - Jon Constantino