WILD RIDERS OF BOARDZI
SO THE BIG BOYS WERE GONNA
GET OUT OF TEXAS AND HEAD OUT
WEST. NEW PLACES, NEW FACES
AND MOST OF ALL, HUNDREDS OF
MILES OF EXPLORABLE, HIGH
POTENTIAL SKATEABLE TERRAINS.
WE NOW JOIN THE BIG BOYS AS
THEY ARE JUST LEAVING AUSTIN.
STEVE, THE DRUMMER HAD SUD-
DENLY COME DOWN WITH THE
DREDDED TREPPES DISEASE AND
WAS UNABLE TO GO WITH THE
BAND ON TOUR. A NEW DRUMMER
HAD BEEN FOUND. FRED, A GUY
WHO SURPRISINGLY LOOKED STRIK-
INGLY JUST LIKE STEVE, BUT NOT
REALLY.
It was warm in the van and Tim ask-
ed as he rolled down the window for
ventilation," Chris, you've been
driving now for six hours. How come
we haven't stopped for gas yet?"
Puzzled about Tim's sudden con-
cern, Chris looks at the gauge.
Empty. Figuring that this would be
as good a time as any to stop for
gas, he pulls into the next available
station just inside the city of Cisco.
The van sputters to a dramatic
spasmodic halt. Chris looks over to Tim
and says, "How is that for timing?"
"That's what I like about you Chris,
Precision."
Biskut and Fred decide that they are
hungry, so they grab their sticks and
split to scout out suitable concession
possibilities. As they round the corner
they stop dead in their tracks and
stand in mute stokedness,
staring at the sight before,
their eyes. A perfect six
foot quarter-pipe wall,
right in front of the Cisco
Police Department.
Biskut reeled around and went to tell
the rest of the Boys, and Fred thrusted
straight for the wall that was to be call-
ed 'PIGWALL. Shooting straight up
the wall, Fred tail-slammed into a
perfect 180 backside and nearly hung
up on the re-entry. Coasting back to
the staging area, Fred met the rest of
the Boys readying to hit it. First Biskut
rode into a lengthy front side grinder,
making the cinder chips fly like
shrapnel. Then Tim smoked off a squir-
relly rock-roll slider. Now it was Chris'
turn. He shot forward and muscled up
the wall, but half way up the wall was
confronted by an armadillo who just
popped up from the other side. Chris
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had to think really quick and benim-
ble, so he haired out a frontside ollie
right over the armadillo. Skating back
up, he exclaimed, "That thang scared
the tar out of me."
The armadillo was up on its hind
legs and seemed to be really stoked.
Just then, about five cops came
around the corner and surprised the
sessioners and the armadillo. The lat-
ter bailed from the wall and headed up
the way, towards the Boys and startled
the law onto their ammo-belts.
The Big Boys, sensing that it wasn't
too hip to skate here, figured that they
should go. So they wailed on the pave-
ment, fired up the tourvan and pointed.
it towards California.
It wasn't until fifteen minutes out of
the city limits that anyone spoke.
"We didn't even get anything to eat."
Fred reflected on his original inten-
tions.
"Who cares about that?" Tim said.
"We could've been finished before we
even got started."
Everyone sat silent, realizing this
fact. Then Biskut sounded off,"
Yeah, but we didn't get caught."
The van vibrated with laughter
for a few moments and then
became quiet as the rear
windows lit-up in the cherry
red traditional 'BUST' color.
The Boys felt doomed.
The Trouper was cool
and let the gang off with
a light scolding. They
were soon on down the
road, contemplating
transitional environ-
ments and California
betties. A raucous in the
rear of the van brought all
back to reality. A quick
search and seizure ensued.
"HOLY CATS, what have we
got here?," Fred said
as he reached into
his bass drum. From the tail he held
up the armadillo that they had met
earlier.
"How'd that get in here?," Biskut
laughed.
"Must've followed us in, back there
in Cisco." Tim offered.
"We can't keep the damn thing. It's
a wild animal. It'll kill us in our sleep."
Chris said, turning back briefly from
his driving detail.
Biskut came back with, "Oh mellow
out Chris. It won't hurt you. It must of
belonged to someone because it's got
a little gold chain around its neck."
Fred put it down and it began to
jump around checking out everything
in the van. The band immediately
agreed to keep it as the tour mascot
until they got back.
They arove at a name. The decision.
was to call it Cisco, after the name of
where they found it. Fred soon had
Cisco doing roll overs and clapping his
hands. Then Cisco would roll up into a
ball and want someone to toss him in
the air. He'd do this by tugging on their
clothing and rolling around at their
feet.
WHAT AN ADVENTURE. PRECISION
DRIVING, PERFECT WALLS, KEES-
TERED COPS AND ARMADILLOS,
WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT?
SOMETHING GOOD? ARE THE BIG
BOYS READY FOR CALIFORNIA? BET-
TER YET, IS CALIFORNIA READY FOR
THE BIG BOYS AND CISCO?,
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