The kooks always seem to find each other.
Our neighbor Tim came by to greet us.
“Yeah man, ya just gotta flick ‘em off like a tick.”
Ya lay it under your tent for a nice soft bedding.
When we got back, everyone was chillin at camp.
It kind of harshed the mellow, so we went to bed.
I woke up Saturday morning covered in spiders.
Adrenaline already going, I scurried off to the rider’s meeting.
The mountain of gear was quite the sight to behold!
Before I knew it, it was time to load the uhauls and take some runs.
He took me over to the Venom tent to meet da boys.
How nice of them, I really needed that.
A longboarder collided with a street luger and caused a big pile up on the blind of my corner.
The rest of the Saturday runs were pretty much standard business.
Why don’t the spring skiers do that?
Perhaps I could draw my snowskating inspiration from the expanse of the heavens?
The Observatory itself was pretty neat.
I learned a lot about space, but the astronomer didn’t know squat about snowskating.
Sunday at the event went pretty much the same as Saturday.
More survival riding and eating shit.
However, yo girl was going faster and making more corners.
I’d met a lot more people at this point and was feeling more at ease.
For now, he was too embarrassed.
I’m just stoked that I’m stoked!
I’d found what I came for!
Rolling that wheel of stokage, I spent Sunday evening belting some Dragonforce and Vengaboys karaoke.
Monday came around, and I was takin runs in the 100 heat like a champ.
Maryhill RVOD 2021 Freeride freaking ruled!
