The Legend of Jimmy Handplant

The Legend of Jimmy Handplant

Insane, man!


They were all impressed. He did tricks they’d never seen, moves they hadn’t even heard of. Little did they know.

It had been a dark, starless night. He had gone to the skate park when there were no one there so no one would laugh at him. He skated slowly around, carefully so he wouldn’t fall and hurt himself.

Someone arrived. He stopped, got off his skate board. Just stood there like an idiot.

He was the best he’d ever seen. He came in like a wind, did things Mick had never even heard of. Impossible things. He didn’t jump, he flew. He spun around in the air 900 hundred degrees or more like it was nothing, the board spinning around underneath as if it was attached by magic.

The mysterious skater came straight towards him at full speed, made a twist right in front of him and stopped.

Hey man, he said. You want to learn? Mick swallowed. He could see him now. His neck was twisted in a strange way. His head seemed to be deformed as well, as if it was broken.

What… Who… are you?

My name is Jimmy Handplant. Or it used to be.

Jimmy handplant. The Phantom. The best skater Lowcreek had ever known. They said he almost made it. A 720 double half wrap kickback flip upside down. Almost. He broke his neck and died. The greatest skateboarder ever, at least in this town.

Mick had heard the rumours. That he could be seen skating through the streets at night, jumping over cars, grinding on rooftops. He had thought it was just a lie. An urban legend. And here he was in front on him.

I said, do you want to learn? Mick swallowed again. He nodded.

Now he was standing on top of the half pipe. Everyone was there. His hot girlfriend. His cool buddies. Looking at him in awe.

He set out. He was going to be famous. He was already the coolest kid in town, and he was even talking to a sponsor.

He flew up on the other side. 360 backflip. 720. Backside air. A sigh went through the crowd. 900.

His head met the edge of the ramp.

The skate board phantom was standing by his side. They were watching Micks friends gather around his dead body.

I was hoping it would last longer, said Mick.

So was I back in my time, said Jimmy the Phantom. I guess we all do.

It was worth it though, said Mick. It’s been great.

I’ll imagine. Let’s go skate, said the Phantom. Together they rolled off into unknown dimensions of the great beyond. The Phantom’s words echoed through Micks head as they flew over roof tops, through windows and walls.

You will be the sickest skater in town… But one day it will it will be your death.

I’m OK with that, Mick had answered. Whatever it takes.

Jimmy HAndplant skaetch

T-birds and Motorcycles

Ghost Train


  1. It reminds me of a trip to Copenhagen with my best mate a couple of decades ago.. Involving rollerblades, loads of psychedelia, a zoo and so on.. Rock on brother

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