Shane Cross was one of the most eccentric, eclectic personalities I have ever had the fortune of getting to know. Shane could and would survive on a diet of nothing but ice cream and Corona for months at a time, and he avoided bottles of shampoo like Superman swerved to avoid kryptonite. He felt most comfortable in anything tie-dye and spent at least 95 percent of his life with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. Shane was one of the few people on the planet who could liberally use the phrase “chill out” without it being irritating, because he was one of the few people who really understood what it meant to “chill out.” Try though he might, he had no concept or understanding of violence or prejudice or any sort of aggression, and he would actually freak himself out if he ever caught himself getting angry whilst skating. Shane had breathtaking talent on a skateboard, and he was so much more amazing for how gloriously oblivious he was to his own ability. Shane was absolutely epic at all times, and I will forever remember him for bringing a golden vibe to any and all who came into contact with him.-Oliver Barton
The first time I realized Shane was special was when he was talking to himself. Now, a lot of mentally gifted (and mentally challenged) people have been known to chatter away, but the difference with Shane was that his one-man monologue took place in the middle of a midnight Smith grind down the legendary El Toro handrail in Orange County. He was yammering to himself about who knows what, and then, within minutes, he was poised perfectly on a nosegrind and landed it in one try-no bails and no worries.
As a skater, Shane was a wizard, and as a human, he was the picture of a gentleman. Loved by the ladies and respected by the fellas, Shane came from another time where manners and magic meant more than just a groovy headband and a tie-dyed shirt.
While he was here, Shane left a trail of stars. Now that he has gone, let us hope we can learn from him what is important and look after those that are still shining as brightly as he did. Rest in peace. You were a Very Dear Friend.-Mike O’Meally
Shane was alive-a man of soul and compassion, a dreamer, a night prowler. The style was high, the nights higher, and the spirit levels were off the scale. He would want nothing less than for us all to carry on the torch. Let his spirit ride on.-Geoff Rowley
Vibrant, gifted, pure at heart-these are things that come to mind when I think of Shane Cross. He lived life intent on having fun, surrounding himself with good friends and good times. On or off the board, he always had a smile, and with his good-natured ways, he touched many people in a way where he will be sorely missed and fondly remembered for the rest of our lives.-Steve Stratton
Shane Cross-one of the best attitudes ever. He was always happy, chillin’, just livin’ life every day. He was a really good friend, and we became really close over the last few years. The best times were always with him when we would be messing around or cruising through the streets on our longboards. When he didn’t feel like skating, I’d somehow manage to get him to ride his board, and the sessions would always turn out so much fun. He is the greatest person on the planet. R.I.P. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.-David Gonzalez
If you were looking for trouble, Shane was the man to see.
If you were looking for good times, good times were guaranteed.
Shane was as cool as a Coopers Pale Ale on ice,
His dress sense, hotter than the rollin’ dice.
If you gave him an inch, he’d take you a mile,
and all around the world, Shane could make people smile.
Shane Cross was a live wire.
Ride on in peace.-Ewan Bowman
A couple days after the word was out that Shane Cross had nosegrinded El Toro, I encountered this quiet kid living on Matt Mumford’s couch. He was wrapped in a blanket with a huge box of cerreal on the coffee table, all the while watching Scooby Doo. He didn’t look like a skater who, at the time, was on a solo mission destroying some landmark spots So Cal spots. Looks can be deceiving.
Shane didn’t enjoy skating in front of people much. When he first arrived in the U.S., he was a really shy, unassuming kid. Shane left his mark on the States, and then headed back home to his family and friends in Australia. When I last saw Shane he’d changed a lot-here was somebody who was coming out of his shell, somebody becoming comfortable in who he was, wearing the clothes that he wanted, saying what he believed in, and not giving a f-k what anyone thought. He was a boy becoming a man. Shane’s death has left the skateboarding community devastated-the loss of a friend so young is never going to be easy, and trying to make sense of what’s gone on in the last week seems pointless. Shane lived a lot of his days like they were his last-he wasn’t one to do things in half measures, and his skateboarding and life were a reflection of that.-Skin Phillips