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Clockwise from left: Mike Frazier,
nollie heelflip frontside air at Wood-
ward. Troy Maholy, heelflip to fakie.
Donny Barley, big switchflip at the
Brooklyn Banks. A brick wall
in Boston feels the wrath of
Chad Muska's wallie. The
mud/van tug-of-war.
Steve Olson, frontside
lipslide. Ed Templeton,
frontside Smitty.
the place where Sid killed Nancy, we
have to stay there," he said as his eyes lit
up. Five minutes later we were on a
hotel balcony overlooking the Big Appl
After checking out the scene in the hotel
and searching floor by floor for the infa
mous room 100, we decided to catch a
eab and head to Times Square had an
idea to sneak Heath into a strip joint He
was game and it was a go.
Five minutes later Mike's camera was
gone and the fin confiscated. It seems a
that the front of the club wasn't good
photographic backdrop and the door
meo bumushed Mike and his camera
A quick call to New York City's finest
ensued After brief lecture from the
doorman and police, we got the film and
camera back and were told to move
on There would be no show tonight
Mike and I wanted to get a cab but
Heath insisted on skating and folded his
ankle on flatground. He had no choice
but to take the cab back now
In the room we all made the decision
on what to do the next day. The plan
would be that Mike, a fimping Heath
Paul and myself would go sightseeing
while Chad, Donny and Dan would look
for obstacles to skate had a feeling the
plan wouldn't work because as we were
going to sleep the sun was coming up.
that the bandit was only seconds from
driving away with the van. Two hours later
we were rolling to Copely Square using
Frank's can-opener as the key. It was
there that the van encountered a new
problem, a flat tire. After rectifying that
situation we decided that getting the hell
out Boston would be a good idea. We bid
farewell to Frank and Steve and headed
straight to Rhode Island where Jamie and 25
Ed were both competing in the Extreme
Games and needed to be dropped off. It
bad been a very long day
Vermont seemed to go by quite quick
ly, we had two kid demos in two days.
The first one was with this kid that went
by the name of "Scaves who showed us
the finer things in life, like how when
you're being pulled by a car on a skate-
board, loose trucks don't work. A concis
sion was the consequence and the other
winner Justin had no spots to show us
other than his brother's car and a beaver
pond, think we all had other things on
our mind like returning to NYC, which
was only two days away, but first we had
another demo in Buffalo Unfortunately
the weather had its way again so we
decided that we might as well venture
over to Niagra Falls where it would possi
bly be clear
There's a fence surrounding the Falls
that obviously means keep out, but that
didn't stop some of the team from hop-
ping it to get some quality photo ops.
The winners were flipping out, but before
the local police had a chance to show up
we were out of there as well and on our
way to the winner's home where he
would be hosting a party. Three hours later we abruptly left. It seems
couple of the guys on the team were getting a little too close to
the contest winner's girlfriend and someone even tried to steal the
toilet seat. We were off and back to NYC where we had three days
off to skate, sightsee and basically do whatever we wanted. It was
there that I would also be going home or at least that's what t
thought. There's really nothing quite ke New York City. It reminded
me a lot of a big Las Vegas with the bright lights and fast-paced
scene. We entered the tunnel and emerged inside the horn-infested
city, Our mission tonight was looking for a place to stay. As we drove
past 22nd Street, Mike noticed the neon Hotel Chelsea sign. That's