Off to meet our Canadian friends (the BROTHERS boys) in Portland setting out in our rented blue Dodge Grand Caravan from Newport Beach, California. ”
First stop  Los Angeles to scoop up a couple of Austins and get on the road.

Short story:
Oh San Francisco, you haven for addictions and good times. We love riding you and thank you kindly for being built to skate on. We ran wild in your streets and stayed up all night with your people sharing smiles and stories.

That tiny piece of porcelain that we got stabbed with caused a large hole but couldn’t undo the good times we created and couldn’t erase the good fun we had in your streets anyway. It’s a love hate but love always wins.
See you again real soon.

Long story:
Mark Underwood ( Munders ) Lee Loughridge ( Lee Lou ) and I ( LJ ) packed up and jammed to LA to scoop Austin Zito ( Mother Teresa )and Austin Calvello( Aushole / Cool Cat. ) We were all fired up on our way to San Francisco to skate and start our trip. Rain was scheduled for the first night but we were optimistic and didn’t give no dang. We checked in to our shitty old hotel on the border of the loin and knew we were in for a show. A dingy little dump that was “only allowed *two guests” said the undercover opium den operator / hotel front desk service attendant. Already we are going to have to deal with this huh? We had five of us and were going to have to make something work the next two nights we were here before we were headed off to Portland to see Briggs and the boys.

Fuck it it’s San Francisco, you’re supposed to stay in the cut. Get in the mix, you know? No glamping.
We were anxious to skate as we pretty much drove straight through except for stopping to have a little wall ride jam in the middle of the five freeway before a quick skate in a Burger King Parking lot before the rest of the trip was spent driving. We ran around the city skating everything and got halted ny the rain. We watched a few groups shooting up dope and saw a mad man getting chased by the whole police department who eluded them by jumping down a 21 set staircase from the street into the subway. He must have been high as hell because he landed it and just kept running. Likely with a broken ankle but he didn’t even almost slow.
This is the norm in SF. Aside from us, nobody felt any of this shit was weird.
The next day it rained. We were locked in doors. Dang. Our friends over at Proof Lab opened the doors to the skatepark for us and let us skate until it dried up outside. That shop rules and was a real god warm up. Thanks dudes ! If you are in Mill Valley pop in to Proof Lab and say hey, the crew there are rad and will likely come out and show you up on their ramp. Home court advantage.

We had a party planned with our friends at AZALEA for their new store that opened in the Mission. That was the only plan on the agenda and the rest was purely just to skate. Couple days in SF and then off to Portland to skate with Briggs and the BROTHERS crew.
Then it snowed. Plans. They never go accordingly on a skate trip, do they ?

Our buddy Musso who lives up in Portland sarcastically said ‘yeah come up here and skate if you want frostbite on your nuts’ as only he could say it. We called that leg off and unanimously decided to stay in San Francisco. We switched hotels and life was looking up. Perfect weather, endless skate spots and no schedule. Fait was setting in.
We for sure lived it up. Until – “SMASH !!” 2 am and we found ourselves victims to the vices of San Francisco’s creatures. Smash and grab. $5k worth of equipment, the majority of the photos and footage from the trip and priceless lifetimes worth of photos and documented moments off of Munders’ hard drive all gone. Likely in some pawn shop to be never seen again and far underpaid for.
F-word.

What you’ll see below is what wasn’t stolen. They tried to crash our vibe and steal our good times. We couldn’t allow that to happen. We traded in that blue van, got a new white one and took the long slow road home singing the blues in between reminding each other of the good times we had.
ps… Why Porcelain, you ask ? The dicks that robbed us used a tiny piece of ‘porcelain to smash our window and steal our chi.


COVER_IMAGE
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN
PORCELAIN