|Pick up any Thrasher and his name's still in every issue. Curtis Hsiang (RIP),|
frontside slasher on big anthony coping at the San Pablo bowl.
If there was a road trip in order, Curtis was in the van ready to do the distance. A new skatepark opening? Curt was there snaking through the chaos of grinding aluminum and burning urethane. A recent pool find? Curtis was on the phone providing his crew with directions to get there. Most recently he had become involved with the City of Berkeley in the planning stages of a public skateboard park. Plain and simple, in this world of takers, Curtis was a giver who gave it his all. Blood, sweat, hippers, advice, love, compassion, honor, and respect¿it was all there with Curtis.
It’s difficult to look forward and realize that he will no longer be with us in the physical sense. I truly wish I’d had the chance to say goodbye. Curtis, you’ll forever roll in our hearts; we will ride together again in Valhalla.
"I probably met Curtis when I was 14. He came to skate our ramp in the old Phoenix Iron Works Building in West Oakland. What I remember is him skating a longboard, it was a Schmitt Stix Yard Stick and he had on some weird Rector pads that had a trippy zebra polka type pattern on 'em. At the time both those things bothered me. Cause I was a punk and thought the only reason people rode a longboard was to get attention. Why would you ride a board that made it harder to skate? And the pads just were too ugly. Anyway, Curtis dropped in and he was about the sketchiest skater I had ever seen. His feet were all over the place. He wasn't cheating with the longboard or trying to get attention. It was a tool for survival." Max Schaaf
Peace and eternal love.