Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The heat is on.

Sunday saw a roadtrip up to Worcester and a secret wooden mini for me, The Son of the Malago and The Son of The Son of the Malago. It were rad. We hooked up with Hoodie, had a schralp in the sweltering heat, ripped up a nipple then retired to this wooden wonder.

Sunny sunday afternoons are meant to spent on ramps like this.

Dad Slasher Extrodinaire. Reg slayed it / FS HAIR by the Gnarly Eff / Not a tailblock but a tailskid, all the way across the coping. Sick.

1 comment:

Rick said...

c'mon everyone knows that sunny sunday afternoons are for chores and B&Q