San Frantastic...

Skateboarding is always fun, especially when your friends are there.

The Duke is Rob's cat, an infamous Sacramento street fighter.  If he keeps up his lifestyle of orgies and drunken brawls this is his future.

Rob V. backside nosegrind.

Big ol' ollie contest.

I think Rob's got you beat Matt.

This isn't San Francisco.  It's Davis and an example of Amtrak's ridiculous unreliability.

Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite (Day 1)

First day in Sacramento for the holidays.  Skated some stuff and got harassed by police all day. Radatadtad.

Tom having his time wasted by a man with no real power.

Tom likes his landings slippery and muddy.

Alex carries the magic globe of Wardorf with witch to bless Tom's abilities.

Ryoji with 16mm Leica.

Oh yeah, Tom likes his runway slippery and muddy too.

Sacramento is fun all of the time.

No Photos, no photos!

The Rancho Cordova rampo is always fun.  Reach! Reach!

BSTS on the new Rancho ramp, the DC Rancho ramp!

We kill for fun now, because we've already killed enough for Satan in one year.

Heathens beware, Alexander the Mediocre.

The Devil Incarnate

I ran into Ryan at the Potrero Park a month or two ago and we lurked for a few days.

We went looking for a sought after tattoo artist with a three-year waiting list.

We came up on this spot.

Wallride to noseslide and he only put his foot through the window once.

Then he rolled a jay.

Oregon again off again

These photos are from after the incident and at the hospital where Phil and I were scorned and made to feel at fault for this accident by one fat photographer and his leaner older counterpart in flip-flops.

Heroin straight to the eyeball, that's how the nurses like to do it in the Christian hospitals.

Dead or Alive!

More stitches.

Chillin.

  

It started raining.

Typical Sean.

"Listen here kiddo eat your Wheaties and buy some flip flops, they'll keep your feet cool and prevent athlete's foot."

Frosted.

It's not as bad as it looks, but everyone at the hospital felt otherwise.

Oregone fishin' (Pt. Deux)

The night after McMinnville was an epic night.  The day after was also epic, but epic in a very different and dark way.  We awoke still drunk from the night before with high hopes of Taylor placing high in the contest because he promised us his prize money the night before (except Phil).

Smoke these.

Shane Sheckler at Battleground.

Steve Olson is in there somewhere.  I've never seen someone look so casual.

The air that ended it all.

Taylor looked dead.

Oregon and on and on and on.

We drove to Oregon, Portland for to go skateboard riding.  I sleep on way up.  Sean sleep too.  Phil drive. Get there late and sleep more.  Next day meet Taylor at motel.

We skate McMinville at sundown at the end of the second day after we did the thing that you see in the next two photos.  Taylor does an ollie jump while the sun does a set fall.

This is what we did before we skated McMinville.  Lincoln City has been rumored to have 2-4 people brought out by helicopter after this snake run was built.

This guy, way in the background is doing an early grab.  He was older.

Nice sunset on nice McMinnville.

Taylor also, later, grinded this rail.