WAY OUT WEST
60 THRASHER
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That night we headed
on down to the glitzy part
of Sin City. The whole
main street was full of all
sorts of drunken fools par-
tyin', pukin', fightin' and
lovin'. We ended at some
new fungled nightclub
joint where they played
music that made my head
spin and my stomach turn.
The very next day we
said our good-byes, for
we was homeward bound.
We was broke and hungry.
but did we ever have a
helluva time. I don't think
I'll ever put down my
rollerstick now that I know
what can be done with it.
My thanks go out to them
boys for bringin' me along
as well as Halbadalba,
Bailey, Booker, The Buge,
Mary Lou, Salba and a girl
named Thrash. Y'all made
it possible for this good ol'
boy to have the time of his
life in the wild, wild west.
Much obliged, folks.
In between all this swimmin' pool slashin' and u-pipe gou-
gin', we did a lot of what them boys referred to as street-
boardin. We rode them rollersticks all over the walks and
streets of Redondo, Hermosa and Manhattan beaches, flyin
down hills, jumpin' onto walls, hoppin' sets of stairs, scratchin'
up curbs, and scrapin' up our bodies. It was a good deal of fun,
I must say. Hell, one day when we was down in San Diego, we
decided it was high time to be makin' our way south of the bor-
der, so we went on over to Tijuana to buy some bombs,
knives and even ended up doin' some rollin' around in some
sort of cement contraption that reminded me of a snake. I
mean, it really felt like I was ridin' on the back of a big ol' ser-
pent when I rolled through this thing. It had all sorts of curves,
swerves, humps, and bumps. I must say it was the best skate
jump I rode during the whole trip.
We left Mexico moneyless
and filthy and all of us felt it.
was time to hightail it back
east to the Rockies. It was get-
tin' right around the Happy
New Year's time, though, so
we decided to go back.
through good ol' Vegas once
more. A buddy was stayin' out
there for a spell, and we
showed up at his doorstep on
New Year's Eve, lookin' for a
place to stay. He was happy to
have us and immediately led
us to yet another broken.
pool for some more rippin',
thrashin' and rock n' rollin'.
This one was just a kiddy
pool compared to the ones
we rode in before, but I'll be
damned if it wasn't a hoot
and a half! We rode with a
bunch a good ol' boys from
Vegas, who were tearin' that
mini-pool right in the middle.
of a howlin' dust storm.
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