So, here’s my Hella Track edit. A little racing, a little jumping, and a bunch of missed clips because I decided I’d rather drink beers and ride the last straight fakie than film nonstop…
June 7, 2011
February 24, 2011
Who you gonna tell?
All kinds of madness went down on the Solid trip. I’ve got 446 clips to sort through (including some of the gnarliest moves I’ve witnessed), a separated shoulder (and percocet to go along with it), and a lot of rad memories (most of which involve VD and/or peter-gazing). Thanks to Aaron Huff for giving us a reason to go; everyone who went for doing the most and making this the best roadtrip I’ve ever been on; Don in Phoenix for covering a $450+ bar tab, getting us a pair of motel rooms on one night, and letting us crash at his house for two more; Cody Brown for getting us in touch with Don; and Midget Cory for letting us crash at his spot and at Tuttle’s…



