Poor Josh's slam yesterday has really messed him up, and we decided to send him home from Oakland Airport. He says goodbye to you all, and hello to his wife Jenna and son Harrison. Thanks for schralping Josh!
Lets start from the beginning. We stopped at a co-op to eat and saw this dedicated bench.
Billy somehow acquired a portable Guitar Hero game, and was doing it non-stop.
A close-up for you.
Grif set up a chip station.
Nick slept. The ride north was pretty crappy.
We got out of the Bay area traffic and into highway 101 traffic around Santa Rosa. Here is the Jon Nguyen coverage you asked for.
There are fires raging in nor-cal, and this whole area was covered in a thick fog of smoke. We got to Ukiah, and started signing autographs...
This dude got a board for his son.
Grif tried to mack. Straight Simping.
I added some drawing to this kids handmade shirt.
We rocked masks to cut down on the smoke in the air.
Then J.Gonzalez, the kid who comments here every day showed up, driving 3 hours from Eureka! Now that is a Loyal Pawn! Fuck Yeah J.Gonz!!!! We gave him a new Toy Machine Shred Sled for his efforts.
I asked him for a photo for the website and he took his new board and made it into a giant boner in front of his mom who seemed a bit weirded out, awesome.
Then we went to the owners' backyard ramp kegger...
J-Lay ripped up the pool coping with a scorching back smith.
We all had a great time kicking back and enjoying the scene.
Billy was even getting his tranny on.
And his trampoline skills are pretty sharp in the pitch black.
Grif's ass got stuck in the kiddie-chair.
Matt B was feeling the effects of all the smoke in the air.
We then went to McDonalds and got wierd in the parking lot.
Rob and Billy had a slingshot and paintball duel.
They start out back to back, walk 10 paces, then turn and fire.
We found a hotel, one half of it was renovated, the other was completely mangled, haunted, and a murder scene. Matt B got that room.
Grif tried to jump from the kitchen to the bed.
Posted June 28th, 2008 by The days are stretching into weeks