Twelve year old “Little Navs” grinded the deathbox at Ray’s for $5, and his other buddie ollied in the deep end. Little fuckers are comin’ up.
Mad Mike was ripping all weekend, and took a special liking to this hip. Stalefish.
We did manage to make it out to Ray’s permission pit in Clairemont on Sunda y for a while, where we were outdone by a gang of eleven year olds who skate d that place better – considerably bette r – than we did. This one little fucke r ollied into the deep end on a dare, and that deep end is no joke. This other little punk, Alex I think his name was, grinded the deathbox frontside for the first time. We were so bitter that we had to go get some more beers and sulk under the freeway for the rest of the day, watching the locals kill it. As the sun set on another 68 degree sunny day and the last of the beers were killed , it was time to head home and go back to work. We all had to work in the morn ing and the Washington Street crew had to get ready to move some dirt around and prepare for another pour. The park should be officially open by June, so if you think you’ve got the balls (and liver) to ride with these guys, check it out in the summer. Who know s, they might all be on a road trip to Oregon and you’ll have the place to yourself. the freeway at This guy’s name was something like Assface. He lived under stoked. the park, but this night he got to sleep on Ballard’s floor,
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