crooked arm owes me twenty bucks
decided it would be a good idea to get
a motel. As the sun started rising, we
managed to find a motel in Cheyenne,
Wyoming, where we all got some much
needed sleep.
The drive from Cheyenne to Boulder
seemed like a breeze compared to yes-
terday's marathon drive. The demo in
Boulder was where we were to meet the
last person to join the tour, Darren
Navarrette. Darren was there as expect-
ed and had some crazy idea to light the
coping of their vert ramp on fire as the
sun started to set. As the fire began
roaring, we were
interrupted by the
local Fire Marshall,
who put a halt to
our festivities and
sent us on the
road to Iowa.
Waking up to
Mother Nature's
own firework show
put a little damper on lowa, but as soon
as the demo was ready to roll, the skies.
cleared. The guys must have been big
news there, because as soon as the
demo started, I spotted a television
crew filming their every move. We tried
to stay for the team's television debut,
but because we had a demo in
Minnesota early the next morning, we
got on the road and headed there with
good memories of Iowa.
Yesterday it rained through the day
and rained out the demo; not just rain,
but a full thunderstorm with sirens and
the works. Oh well. The local shop had
plans of its own: "You guys should just
hang out. All right. Six hours later,
Previous spread: Chet Childress takes the high road in Des Moines, Iowa.
Left: Louie from San Jose steps into a nocturnal Feeble.
Middle: These words are carved in stone: Have Board, Will Travel. Israel jams a Minneapolis wallie.
Right: Chet Childress ventures into a mega-melancholy to fakie at the TA Skatepark in Indianapolis, Indiana.