Remembering DORFUS

WORDS BY CRAIG WESTERGAARD

The first I knew of Tim’s skateboarding was at Reynella Ramp in South Adelaide, ’round about 1989. He was killing it from early on; throwing up saran wraps, head-high frontside ollies and big melons to fakie.

We got our first taste of travel in the form of skate trips around the mid-’90s – doing missions over to Melbourne, then Canberra and Sydney, and later, the unforgettable ‘Skulladulla’ missions.

Early Melbourne trips were usually based around catching a few punk gigs we’d heard about, drinking copious amounts of booze, and skating hard after sleeping in the car or on a makeshift swag next to the bowl or park.

Skulladulla trips became an annual New Year’s convoy. Endless good stories could be told from these trips alone. A few standouts would have to be Dorfus shitting off the vert; Sam ‘Hellchild’ Bennett and Dorfus’s double line over the face wall; the sizzling barbecues; the ‘Summer of ’69’ [card game] – keep betting on 69, it always pays off; and partying in Jezza’s [Jeremy Butterworth] ‘Fuck Off’ bar in Weston Creek. My main point would be Tim’s role in motivating