Showing posts with label dudes. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 22, 2012

ONE EYED MENACE

Seldom and the Mace made it out to Brooklyn for some R and R. Be careful, he's got a whole set of twig tools for any problems that may arise. Good to know he still remembers where his junk is.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Kicking Field Goals

 Invading Grimsley Field after a little shit talk about who can and who can't kick a field goal, Brionic Creanium, The Pobanz, and I set out to prove each other wrong.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Glory Day




Dirt Dogs
Since we are reminiscing...
Darnel still dirt doggin it. Maggotbrain probably eating beans.
Check out the one black arm

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Color Sessh

Color this time. Advancements in technology. This shit lives on as one of my best memories of being alive. There was never any question when we moved into the house as to whether or not we should build a ramp. We simply walked through claiming rooms then right out the back door to survey the grounds. I can't wait for time travel to go public. I'm going back here.
1. I believe this to be a backside disaster with some sort of flipper thrown in somewheres. I'm sure that I landed it. 
2. Victro huckin' a lofty floater
3. Stannnn going backside ollie. Growing some wings.

awww, so sad, so mad. Sulking.

1. Zooms with the ape hangers
2. Hobby lookin' on. That damn porch looks like a deer stand. I still can't believe that peterson lived on the back porch for several months.

Shants and the boys. Who wants to start this band?


I CANT FEEL MY HANDS









1000 miles of California can cover some amazing shit. Last year a few of us hit the road to loop around the Sierra Nevada just before (we thought) all the mountain passes started to close for the winter. Definitely in the running for best trip so far:

Bristlecone Pine (trees older than jesus). Rifles+handguns. Travertine Hotsprings. BLM camping. All night bonfires. Z trying to safety pin his busted suit shut. Having to bump start my bike every morning and trying to "warm it up" over a fire. Sawtooth Mountains. Sleeping out in single digit temps. Remote backcountry creepin'. Coasting downhill for miles with a gas tank too small for where you are heading. Lone Pine. Golden Trout Wilderness. Freshly paved race track worthy roads with no cops for miles...
EPIC...