Vanux
madrid
Sadder than a funeral, Jeff Grosso.
Caballerial-to-axle stall, Bill Ruff.
Eric Nash.
Greg Smith, precise balance.
morning: what a joke. McDonald's eggs
and sausage too: All-American, it's true.
Egg McMuffins make me want to choke.
14. Freestyle ams have cut it down to their
best eight this side of town. It took two
hours to get to this point. Flipin', spinin',
sty-l-in', these boys control it from within.
And Wanda still pretends she owns the
joint.
15. Top ranked Meyer from Fogtown, takes
his runs but hits the ground, too much, he
comes in eighth behind the pack. Cameron
is next in line, this vert/street man controls
it fine, his routines don't leave room for too
much slack. Starr and Kravitz, sixth and
fifth, both have great moves, but what's
the diff, I can't remember which one did
which flip. Fourth place man is Mr. Coons,
he's smooth and moves well to his tunes.
Doug Zykowski comes up number three.
Don and Greg are tied again, another run
decides the win. The judges release their
final decree, Brown continues with his
winning spree.
16. L'artiste Peralta bought a car. Before
he drove it very far he had a urge to
customize the paint. Paint in hand he
makes his stand, lunch time break from
freestyle land. Paints rat's heads and
crossed-bones, man. Just comes blastin
out the can.
17. Professional freestyle men in action,
eighteen entrants in this faction, clawin' for
the numero uno spot. Some take a fall,
some try it all, but room for eight is all the
judges got. The finals will be nothing if not
hot.
18. Bob Schmeltzer, the guy's got feet, fast
enough to make this heat. He walks away
with eight place in the end. Seventh place
is handed down to Jason C. from out of
town. He mixes tricks and stays aboard
Jeff Phillips with an egg of the eighties.