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Stars and photos by Lance Dalgart
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There's nothing like being on the
road. Days turn into nights, cities turn
into states, and your new home is on
four wheels. It's reminiscent of high school to
me--just one big blur.
I don't know what it is with planes and
me, but every time I board one, I get stuck
between the largest people. I'll see them
walking down the aisle, and, sure enough,
they'll plop down right next to me-seatbelt
extensions and all. Well, today is no excep-
tion as I embark to Pittsburgh, PA, to meet the
Sonic and Scarecrow guys, who are halfway
through their US tour...
The plane arrived on time and, surprising-
ly, so were they. I grabbed my bags and
headed to the van. When I got in, I noticed
that Simon
was gone, so I
inquired about his
whereabouts. The guys informed that
he was on his way to North Carolina where
he had met "a new woman." A new woman?
It was then that I made my first wager of the
trip that he'd be back in a few days.
The morning came sooner than expect-
ed for my jet-lagged body, and, after
stumbling down to the restaurant for
some morning grits, we split PA for
Columbus, OH, where we were to meet
Donny Humes and cruise around Dodge
Skate
Park for a
couple hours. After a
half hour, the heat and humidity
seemed a bit much for Captain Zipp, so he
opted to leave, taking with him Mike.
Wee Man and myself, while Jason, Eddie,
and Charlie decided to stay and get a ride
back to our hotel with Donny.
78 THRASHER
After a dip in the pool, Wee Man came running back to the room.
exclaiming that "the hottest girl is working the front desk." We all
needed change and decided to see how good his judgement really
was. Not bad, for a Wee. After talking to her for a while, she told
us that her friend had a ramp in his basement and wouldn't
mind letting us skate it. Plans were made.
Sequence: Charlie Watts has
no ablems coming to terms
with the fact that he transposed
himself to the middle of
Howhere to pull this wallie 180.
Below: da Zipp worked this
frontalde bourdslide so hard,
the pool Alp with his awn
sweat before he could pull it.
After zigzagging our way through Columbus, we
finally made it to what could only be described as
a "rave ramp" with techno, graffiti, bongs and a
four-foot mini-ramp. After a few hours of
"dope beats and skating." we had enough
of that place and went back to our
rooms to crash out.
I woke up bleary-eyed again and
scrambled off to catch the last
scraps of the "complimentary
continental breakfast." 1
don't know why they