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Reviews of Pocatello Skate Park
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5.0
7y
Being a heavy skater with lots on influence this park rocks. If the gravel was pavement there'd be no complaints. If your a beginner there is really small ledges and plenty of space and an old-school spot to look cool. If you like ramp skating there's enough transitions to go big. Freestyle skaters if you got balance go old-school but if you like to make runs make sure you got asphalt wheels. Rock the spot and post videos, don't forget to love your bikers...
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2.0
8y
These are terrible pictures of the park. Also, I grew up in pocatello and spent quite a bit of time out there years ago. This is a beginner to intermediate course. There is very little flow and any thing that will challenge you. 2...
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2.0
4y
I'd rate it at 2.5 stars it's honestly ok but the asfault pavement it's brutal, you feel every crash pretty hard. It's ok. Outta all of the parks I've been too. This one is my...
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Back in the 1990s, when we still got our new from newspaper, I was a freelance reporter, I specialized in quantitative analysis for the financial industry. If you saw the movie American Psycho, you have a surprisingly accurate view of those day traders with the $200 haircuts, $600 suits and $800 per day coke and hooker habits. And yes, they really did obsess over each other's business cards. But what they don't show you in the movies is how they also obsessed over each other's quants. Those were the egghead mathematicians and physicists who were tasked to find errors and fear in each other's positions. My job was to call them up in Sydney, Tokyo, Frankfurt and London, and hit them up for cocktails in New York City. Ostensibly, I wanted to find out how well their Random Markov Processes and their Stochastic Heat Analysis worked in ther trading. But of course, my real job was just to sell them financial industry on hirigin a bunch of otherwise out-of-work skatepunks with PhDs in math and physics. Reagan's Star Wars program was essentially deemed unworkable due to the energy requirements and Brilliant Pebbles was little more than busy work while the industry disengaged from Ronald Reagan's imaginary love child with the defense industry. The concern at the time was that if these skatepunks were not employed in some way, that they would turn into network hackers and entrepreneurs that could disrupt the status quo. Most of the traders knew how to use email about as well as they embraced sobriety, which was not at all. So we talked on the phone and met in person, and a good bit of alcohol, weed and late-night skateboarding made itself known. After the traders, I tracked down the actual quants who knew what was happening. They were never in the dark, much as the traders convinced themselves they were clueless. But the traders mistook the lack of money-drive in their quants as cluelessness. In reality, most of the quants who were actually motivated to do important work, also had sufficient desire to understand how the financial monsters could be disabled. And I didn't know of a single big trading house that didn't have at least a couple skatpunks who faked their way through day-trading quantitative analysis jobs. After one night of skateboarding down in Battery Park City, I got a couple of good inteviews with the traders and quants on the Coffee, Tea and Sugar Exchange. The sun on the edge of morning, I jumped into a cab for Laguardia Airport. I had a flight to Denver to visit my mom and dad for Thanksgiving. I was running on fumes. I got into the plane, still holding my skateboard. (That was back before I got into Snakeboards.) I had a window seat. I sat down, shoved the skateboard as far under the seat as I could and then before I could even order a beer, I had fallen asleep with my seatback up and my tray table in the upright and locked position. I woke up a few moments later, and for some reason, everyone on the plane was shuffling down the aisle and off the plane. I asked a stewardess; "why is everyone getting off, is the plane broken?" The flight attendant told me "no, you slept through everything." I asked some questions, I did some thinking, and then shortly realized that I n fact managed to sleep through boarding, taxiing to the runway, take-off, seatbelt unbuckling, sink service, food service, a second drink service, descent, landing, taxiing to the gate, and a good chunk of the unboarding. Best flight. Ever. #gearsled #africanlunchbox #entropypump
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Back in the 1990s, when we still got our new from newspaper, I was a freelance reporter, I specialized in quantitative analysis for the financial industry. If you saw the movie American Psycho, you have a surprisingly accurate view of those day traders with the $200 haircuts, $600 suits and $800 per day coke and hooker habits. And yes, they really did obsess over each other's business cards. But what they don't show you in the movies is how they also obsessed over each other's quants. Those were the egghead mathematicians and physicists who were tasked to find errors and fear in each other's positions. My job was to call them up in Sydney, Tokyo, Frankfurt and London, and hit them up for cocktails in New York City. Ostensibly, I wanted to find out how well their Random Markov Processes and their Stochastic Heat Analysis worked in ther trading. But of course, my real job was just to sell them financial industry on hirigin a bunch of otherwise out-of-work skatepunks with PhDs in math and physics. Reagan's Star Wars program was essentially deemed unworkable due to the energy requirements and Brilliant Pebbles was little more than busy work while the industry disengaged from Ronald Reagan's imaginary love child with the defense industry. The concern at the time was that if these skatepunks were not employed in some way, that they would turn into network hackers and entrepreneurs that could disrupt the status quo. Most of the traders knew how to use email about as well as they embraced sobriety, which was not at all. So we talked on the phone and met in person, and a good bit of alcohol, weed and late-night skateboarding made itself known. After the traders, I tracked down the actual quants who knew what was happening. They were never in the dark, much as the traders convinced themselves they were clueless. But the traders mistook the lack of money-drive in their quants as cluelessness. In reality, most of the quants who were actually motivated to do important work, also had sufficient desire to understand how the financial monsters could be disabled. And I didn't know of a single big trading house that didn't have at least a couple skatpunks who faked their way through day-trading quantitative analysis jobs. After one night of skateboarding down in Battery Park City, I got a couple of good inteviews with the traders and quants on the Coffee, Tea and Sugar Exchange. The sun on the edge of morning, I jumped into a cab for Laguardia Airport. I had a flight to Denver to visit my mom and dad for Thanksgiving. I was running on fumes. I got into the plane, still holding my skateboard. (That was back before I got into Snakeboards.) I had a window seat. I sat down, shoved the skateboard as far under the seat as I could and then before I could even order a beer, I had fallen asleep with my seatback up and my tray table in the upright and locked position. I woke up a few moments later, and for some reason, everyone on the plane was shuffling down the aisle and off the plane. I asked a stewardess; "why is everyone getting off, is the plane broken?" The flight attendant told me "no, you slept through everything." I asked some questions, I did some thinking, and then shortly realized that I n fact managed to sleep through boarding, taxiing to the runway, take-off, seatbelt unbuckling, sink service, food service, a second drink service, descent, landing, taxiing to the gate, and a good chunk of the unboarding. Best flight. Ever. #gearsled #africanlunchbox #entropypump
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