Riding The Fire: 2008

The trip to Cleveland was the best worst trip ever...The crew was Zach, Andy, Ed, Storm, Scott Zellner, Pitroff, and myself. With only seven people we took three cars. Joe's video was sick, even though the video fucked up on Johnny's part. Definitely check it out.

The not so open road.

Car one full of shit bags.

Boom Boxin'.

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Dat Bali Shag son!

Yup.

Flossin'.

Storms car somehow made it there and back.

Perpin.

Went to Pugz house and got kicked out for chillen to hard.

After a couple of hours of trying to find a shitty motel to sleep, we gave up when the motel 6 had no vacancy. Andy broke into a room and stole a single bud lite with lime. So the car was the sleep spot for the night.

Posted.

Stache.

Up bright and early!

Burger king was the spot for the trip. Ed and Scott.

Yup. yup.

After sleeping in the car and sweating at lakewood park, we thought that swimming sounded good. Lake Eire does not make a good shower.

Skate missions...

The locals.

You know about Digital 8 cameras? Video in the works?

Ed was the MVP forsure. Cookie head.

Hey Ladies have you met Desert Storm?

Look at that photo sideways. Shit looks like a dirty vag.

Jordan posted.

This house was way better than the cars.

Zach's girl Emily hooked it up on a place to sleep, showers, a hot tub, and pancakes for breakfast. Supa Ed got blocked before he could get some.

Porch spotting. Zellner took off a couple days early to get back to work.

We heard about a stair set, so me ed and pitroff took cruiser boards to the spot.

Zach jumped down it, missed the boneless pic.

Everyone loves hospitals!

Storm, minus the mustache plus a couple stitches.

Burritos yo. Storm, Andy and Jordan leave home on money the got for selling boards at the park.

Like heaven on earth!

McDonalds. Livin the high life.

Got to Columbus Sunday night and stayed at Franz' place.

Ed telling the little shits at Delaware park to fuck off.

Mile 666 of the trip. Nice. Total miles about 730 and two tanks of gas.

Smoke rings in the sky.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerp.

Delaware park is tight.

Powell is pretty sick too.

Oh yeah, on the way up. Storm, Ed, and Jordan get pulled over, searched, and get the drugs dogs called. Somehow the get away with a ticket for "following too close".