After world war 2 the clock continued to tick and human ingenuity focused in no small part on road building. In the unfolding story of life on earth we had entered a glorious phase. The age of the Motorway or, if you prefer, The age of the Freeway. This phase is perhaps a sub phase of the broader age of Petroleum.
Would anyone debate that the 110-105 interchange in Los Angeles is not a formidable example of our ability to build some roads?
In Scotland we were lucky enough to get a 60 mile strip of nicely poured concrete called the M8 to drive on. This footbridge in Glasgow was started so people could walk safely across the brave new road. I’ve never known how it came to be such a perfect example of a footbridge fail but I love it. Who wants to be a pedestrian?
One of a number of motorways built in Britain between 1950 and 1980 the M8 connects Edinburgh and Glasgow, replaced the smaller A8 road and bypassed many a small town along the way. One of those towns was Livingston.
If post world war 2 Britain was an anxious teenager with access to all the oil she could consume then the M8 was it’s Gothy studded choker, and if you are a skateboarder then Livingston is an important stud on the edge of that indulgent strip of petro-centric flair.
The following video is a brief look at some of the extraordinary humans I have got to know as a result of travelling to Livingston’s distinctive park. It’s a small edit of some stuff I shot over the last while with Stu, Benson and Div, in Scotland and on a road trip in Oregon.
Or you can just blankly stare at it. It’s designed to brighten your day.
You can take the boys out of Livi, but can you take the Livi out of the boys?
One thing world war 2 had proven was who was boss in the Age of Petroleum. It could be argued that it was the people who best managed their oil.
Many thanks to John D. Rockerfeller, Edward Doheny and the other industrialist pioneers of the Age of Petroleum for helping to make this all possible. “No pain no gain” goes the saying.