I only met Jake once, but it was one of those days I’ll always remember.
It was the summer of 1997, a mysterious camper van had appeared on the small hill in front of the car park as you enter Livingston Skatepark. Word quickly spread that ‘some American guys’ were there, although I’m not sure how as there were no mobile phones! But sure enough, there were some American guys, but not just any American guys, THE American guys. John Cardiel, Karma Tsocheff, Alan Peterson, Max Schaaf, Phil Shao, Joey Tershay and of course Jake Phelps.
I missed a lot of the skating in the afternoon but was incredibly lucky to shoot the shit with them in the evening over a makeshift trolley for a BBQ, classic Livi style. They were all really nice and very respectful of the locals. No egos or bullshit, just a bunch of skaters having a beer over some burnt sausages.
R.I.P Jake Phelps. You were easy to talk to and and very polite when being asked if it were true that Billy Pepper had punched you and got himself banned from Thrasher.