Crooked Arm owes me twenty bucks
Above: Darren Navarrette incinerates the
Boulder ramp with a blistering invert.
Right: Peter McBride finds a line in the dark.
Santa Cruz/Creature 1996 Summer Tour
As summer started approaching. I
began to think. "What the hell am I
gonna do?" Enter Jeff Kendall. He told
me that he was planning a US tour for
the Santa Cruz/Creature teams and
asked me if I wanted to go. Without
hesitation, I said, "Yes." Then came the
other part of his plan. He was too busy
with his work at NHS, he wanted me
o be the one in charge of the tour.
which meant that it would be job to
drive the van, call the shops, get the
motels, and keep things running
smooth. I haven't even managed a
checkbook, let alone an entire team,
but I pushed my luck and left June ist
f the tour..
It's amazing what caffeine can do for
your body at 7:00 am. That's when
Israel Forbes, Kyle Kimberling, Chet
Childress, Tim Brauch, Peter McBride,
and I, with my third cup of coffee in
hand, loaded and boarded the big, blue.
vessel to our first destination: Reno,
Nevada, where the brand new
skatepark, or whatever the hell that guy
wants to call it, was to be for our first
the
demo. Upon arrival, we were informed
demo. Upon arrival, we were informed
that only the mini-ramp was done and
that they couldn't put on the demo
there. Enter plan. the local school-
yard. A fat session and
Session and product toss
ensued. After getting the boot by one of
Reno's concerned residents, we hooked
up with Scott Waters, a Reno local,
and some of his friends to check out
many of the other spots Reno has to
offer, including the ramp at the new
park. Fun was definitely had by all, but
the day was far from over. Being of
legal age to gamble, we took a quick
Story and photos by Lance Dalgart
jaunt to the Silver Legacy. Five hours.
later and a hundred bucks richer, I
thought it would be a good idea to get
some sleep before "gambling fever"
took its toll on me, too.
After a late wake-up call in the ghet-
to motel and a thousand miles to the
next demo, we loaded the van and
headed to Boulder, Colorado. After six-
teen hours of delirious driving, we