Israel slows down for no obstacle, he just shifts into high gear and rolls over the top. Heelflip Indy at Dodge in Columbus.
and everyone's wrists sore from signing
everything in the store for the fifteen
people who showed up that day, they
finally let us out of our cell and back on
the road but, not before we had a
product toss in the mud pit that had
accumulated outside. We left with images.
of muddy Minnesotans in our heads
and were off to Milwaukee with the
storm following our every move.
I knew it was bound to happen. The
tour had been going too smoothly for
nothing to go wrong. We finally got to
the shop when I noticed the back
window was open. I rushed over.
slammed the window, and the fucking
thing broke in my hand. Blood and
glass everywhere. I ran to the shop,
bandaged up my hand, and we left
early to take care of the missing win
dow. After hooking up a place to fix
the window, we headed out to check
out the nightlife in "Beer City." A couple
hours later, we found ourselves in the
middle of a rave. I'm sure glad we
brought the stink bombs. After declaring
the house "smells like gas," we took off
to get some much needed sleep.
With the storm still following, we got
a break by having a demo indoor in New
Lennox, Illinois. Everyone was amped on
skating considering we hadn't been able
to skate for the past few days. The high-
lights of the day were Darren's and Chet's
bowl runs and Israel's and Tim's doubles
routine. After the demo, the park owner
showed us his hometown hospitality and
Cincinnati experiences the wrath
of creatures locked in a cage.
skating for about six hours, we all called
it quits and headed out early to
Cincinnati where we would have a couple
of days off to relax.
With it being the first day off in a
couple of days and the weather still shit-
ty, today was declared "party time." We
over to Darren and requested that
Darren give him back the hash browns
that he just cooked. After inquiring
about that request, the cook just
responded, "I'd rather not tell you."
"Why not?" we all snapped back. "Well,
see, a while back I cut my finger," he said.
By this time, the routine was down
pretty simple: wake up, call the shop.
get directions, eat food, and somehow
make it to the demo on time. We arrived
a few hours early to do some laundry in
town and run a few errands. The storm
was still going on and off, but we lucked
Crocked an
Men Fuck
treated us to a fat, chicken dinner. After
getting a much needed recharge, we all
embarked on the park again until closing.
We arrived in Indianapolis pretty late
due to our previous night's endeavors,
but the park was packed. Again we were
stoked, because it was still pouring out-
side, but the park was indoor. After
headed directly to the lounge first thing
in the afternoon. After some liquid
refreshments, we stumbled down the
street to get some food when we noticed
a bright, yellow waffle house sign.
Though a bit wary of the place, we decid-
ed to check it out. After we started eat-
ing what they called food, the cook came
thing, but we were going to Dodge
Skatepark afterwards, which hyped
everyone up for skating till dark. The
nightlife was also a happening sight..
Donny being the local knew the spots..
and the night became a blur once again.
The last day of tour for me. I had.
put my two weeks in, and it was
Chet's turn to take over the
team responsibilities. Before I
left, though, I made a small
wager that he wouldn't be able
to handle the rest of the tour.
Well, guess what? Crooked Arm
owes me twenty bucks, because
footage doesn't lie, and he
tweaked two hours after I left.
Good luck, guys. You're gonna
need it with Crooked behind
the wheel.
ar rmosves
Fucks E
as he started investigating the hash
browns. It wasn't in there, he assured us,
so we continued eating the slop. It
wasn't until morning that we realized
how gnarly that situation should have
really been. So, if you see the bright, yel-
low sign. I suggest turning in the
opposite direction.
out. The demo was outdoor, but Mother
Nature decided to clear things up for us;
at least, for a few hours until she
unleashed her fury once again. We had
our share of that demo and split to
Columbus where we were to meet Donny
Humes at the local shop demo. The
demo was the usual handshake/sign
I want to thank all the shops
that had good set-ups; all the new
friends we all met; Tim, Darren, Israel,
Peter, Chet, and Kyle for keeping out of
trouble, sort of; and Jeff and NHS for let-
ting me see the states for free. And a big
no thanks to Mother Nature for raining
almost everyday and to all the pigs that
kicked us out of spots when it wasn't rain-
ing. See you next year... T
Tim Brauch engages the cruise control and lets it ride in Reno, Nevada.
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