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WORDS BY RONNIE CREAGER
PHOTOS BY MICHAEL BURNETT
IN THE ROAD TO NOWHERE-MAYBE SOMEWHERE,
but we weren't sure yet. Our bags were packed, and we
had some boxes filled with so much stuff that Rocco and
Rodney wouldn't know how to react. It was sometime
around late spring when World, I mean Blind, planned a trip
to Europe. There were some difficulties in getting the whole
team to go, so sorry to all those who wanted to see Josh
Kasper, Gideon Choi, and Corey Sheppard. I'm sure they
will see you next year. There were only the four of us on this trip: the fan-
tastic four of the Blind team demo dogs from America consisting of
James Craig, Lavar McBride, me, and Mike Burnett. It was a good
team, and once again the fate of Blind was in our hands.
We set out across new and unfamiliar territory and time. With
a tight little space and a tray table in our faces, we waited eager-
ly for free drinks and food to come down our row. This was the
beginning of a wild, wacky tour that only got better every day.
We thought it over and decided that we would try to skate
instead of saving all our per diem and vacationing in Sweden
for the next eleven or so days. Sweden-the land of beautiful
beers and many girls; or was it the other way around? I don't
know, nevermind.
We first arrived in Stockholm, Sweden. Our hotel was
two stores down from the skate shop Core, and in the
middle was a model agency where white see-through
pants and underwear ruled the streets. Wow. We had a
demo at a place called Ralambshovsparken (it means
skateboard-park or something, I think). It was a big
demo with some red bullshit drink sponsoring
it-oh man, that demo set it off. We had
some free drink tickets and that night
was filled with nonstop craze. There
was an official Blind popsicle-sucking
contest, and all the ladies were fighting
for first place. The sun never went down.
that night; the only things going down.
were the beers, and whatever Lavar and
James made their way off to. Mike and I
stopped outside the Mushroom nightclub.
that morning around four or five and made
our trip back to the hotel with some help from
our lady friends. Several hours and a stop-off at
McDonald's later, we had arrived and said bye to the
ladies. Lavar and James rip. Lavar managed to rip some farts in
the car that were strictly for government use only.
Alley-oop nollie flip by Ronnie Creager in Copenhagen; very nice.
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