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Ah, to lose one's mind indoors. To
wake up and kiss the day good-bye
before it's even started. The parking
lots are all a bust, the rain is
blowing under the bridge, turning my
sanctuary into a useless pile of
soggy birdshit, and the only indoor
facility in town is run by Christians
who only let kids under 18 ride there
(it's harder to brainwash the older
guys). But maybe if I'm cool enough,
I could ride there with full pads
including wrist guards with a few
other "privileged" people (I'd rather
go skateboarding in the rain). And,
oh, how I love to bitch and moan.
Clockwise from top left: Josh Hearst fs
ollies over a steep, rough hip in Oregon.
City. Choppy takes a break fom hot tubs and
Yoo-Hoos to bust this treacherous fs 50-50
at B'side. Travis Willis wallies on a rare
sunny day. Photo by Bohna. Mike Sanders fs
ollies at the Quality warehouse in Bend
after five years in the Navy. This guy got
bitten by a police dog.