Even though it seems like child's play
to ol' RJ, you can't help gettin'
excited every time you see him
comin' down a big one. Mountainous
50-50, Salt Lake City, Utah.
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ROB G
Rob G is one of the coolest
dudes I know. He's a great com-
bination of dry detachment
mixed with good-spirited friendli-
ness and was the smartest player in the
games of skate trivia I conducted. Eighties,
'90s, Rob knew it all-from Ken Park to
Anthony Ogelsby. Rob operates with a non-
stop personal soundtrack via pre-mixed
mini-discs and a one-ear-in, one-ear-out
style. "I have one earphone in, and one just
hanging so I can still tune in to people
around me," he explained. It seemed to
work, because he kept it mellow in almost all
THE DUDE
Throughout the entire trip (the
skating end of which is spelled out in
the photos), The Dude kept it cool. He
drove the 15-man van almost the entire
time, was in charge of the rooms and bills and all
that, and maintained with a stoic grace that's well
beyond me. Everyone, at one point or another,
made demands of The Dude, be it to pull over
right now or get out of their photo, and he took it
all in stride. It was really admirable, his patience.
of the tensest situations. Sadly, the trip's only
major injury befell Rob after an attempted
overpass ollie in Boulder, Colorado. Trying
that gap wasn't the worst decision Rob made
that night, but letting us try to set his dislo-
cated finger sure was. Surgery and a cast and
the trip was pretty much over after that.
At the State Line Casino in Nevada, our last stop
before home, Dude sunk a single dollar in the first
slot machine he saw and came up $160.
A smile stretched across his face.
"Dude! Oh, Dude!" he sputtered..
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