Friends, compatriots, let there be no doubt, I’ve thrown my fair share of skate events over the years. I’ve  run the gamut of mishaps, tackled with the unexpected, the unscripted, unplanned. I’ve attended and played host to numerous slide jams and weekly shred summonings. Savored countless instances of pure unadulterated skateboarding elation. Seen and sewn the seeds of stoke, both near and abroad. So, after almost six years of solid event attendance, organization, and assembly, naturally, you have to assume that there are going to be a few bad apples in the bunch, so to speak. Alas, so was what I had originally perceived by the painfully lackluster attendance of the recent event I threw in conjunction with Greenskate.org and Loaded Boards, The “Greenskate LA Sidewalk Shred”. Out of the twenty something people I had confirmed or assumed would attend our leisurely Sunday afternoon skate gathering, only a proud and faithful TWO had actually arrived.  [caption id="attachment_19379" align="alignnone" width="625" caption="Pushing off towards Wilshire Boulevard, and down towards the beach."][/caption] “What to do?” I thought to myself nervously… Continue to stall the jam? (assuming maybe a few more swarthy souls would arrive)… or, run the day’s plan with the proud plucky two that made the effort to show up.. The resulting noble group-made decision to press onward despite our absence of numbers later proved not only to debunk my initial woeful projections as to the overall success of the afternoon, but also worked to remind me that while stoke in numbers may indeed be the case, it definitely does not dictate that a day spent shredding the streets with a two versus twenty isn’t necessarily any less fun; or in this case, meaningful.