You have to be pretty dedicated to want to skate actual street out east. You're guaranteed a couple slams just rolling up to what you intend to skate. I grew up on that shit, so that's what skating was to me. When i watch old footage of myself skating in 1997-2000, I can't believe the shit i did that was just part of a line. I was also convinced back then that stairs and ledges must be smaller in California because the shit they were doing out west was impossible on the ledges and stairs we had. You were an amazing skater if you could do anything on the gold rail in Hartford. In retrospect, the fact that I 50-50ed it from that gnarly takeoff was probably the highlight of my life. I wasn't aware that the huge kink at the bottom made it harder. All I knew was that it would take way too many tries to lipslide it, so it didn't count. You'd land it eventually, but that's what modern skate videos are all about. In my experience, what you couldn't land in 1 day wasn't real. You'd have maybe 15 minutes to land your trick there 10 years ago. That's about ten tries, so if you didn't kill yourself by then, it didn't happen.