ch...ch...ch....CHERIE

repo man. odd clip.

a rigid cone shovel i found for my friend tony. in a very rare frame.

under 6k
runs good.
pommier photo.
i'm the tool with
the red flannel with the look of
someone that just sharted.
and the new dog

s.f.c.a. contrast

-- off the wall -- vans on yer chopper in 1976

award winning poet and gymnast...... Jasin Phares

jose ramondetta photo.
l

goonball

<< joe br00k >> photography/self portrait. he's on some civil war shit. tin type?

hey -Chris Lindig_ they liked the logo and slogan you did so much....

she's leavin

real team 1992.

tried to call the numbers
none of em worked.

this was on the back of the team list

mona(mom) - if jason jesse (spelled wrong)
salman
or cab or curtis call
im skating @ 3:30

i'm sure that session never happened.
i would have been so nervous i would have
ate it walking up the stairs.

long ago and faraway in those old comon labor shoes

this guy is just shocked how popular
this move got.

gabe morford photo. and the one on the header above. fowler /mandoli

Jasin & I rode to Portland again.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
Robert Louis Stevenson


the first day we rode 469 miles from Oakland Ca.
to Bandon Or. Ive ridden a bike further in one day
but it had shocks and a real seat. It was no joke.
Made the second leg to Portland seem like a quick stroll.
We had a blast.

on the road

69 + 69 shovelheads= "we are 138"

in portland jasin broke 4 teeth off his kicker gear.

called -burrito rick- and he had four different phone numbers
of people that would have one in about ten minutes.
thanks to john humpries for
the ride.

l-i-v-i-n

end

every dirt ring tells a story.


my skinny ass butt bones wore the seat down to the pan.


100+ miles from home i got a tank of gas with water in it and jasin towed me a few miles.
fully sketch.

thanks to burrito rick for the rescue

beat it

Jake Phelps- b.k's ramp. 1989??

fontside ollie transfer on vert.
aside from all the shit about jake...
he is just straight up skater to the bone.
fuck all the flair and his skater of the year speaches....
he lives for skateboarding and the rest just keeps him goin.
we used to skate together all day everyday and it was fuckin rad.
love and hate.

Hawaii-an Staci Gibo early 90's. slayer

i was probably scared taking this photo of staci.
he was just toooo gnarly.
used to take the bart from s.f. to oakland
to skate with me & jake. and slam hard.

some of my paint. photo's pommier

for Nao


for VL

great shots sent from boxcar

one of atomic trents mochines(see below) and mullins kicker pedal

the secret behind trent's ATOMIC CUSTOM

trent's dog...ACE.

took a ride up to OROVILLE yesterday in serch of some hens teeth. 300 miles.

came up short.
Translation: OROVILLE
ORO = tweaker
Ville: zone
oroville= tweakerzone
here is where i'm supposed to get all
preachy and say RIDE yer bike.
or just do what you want.
buy a prius. do some rap.
change a lightbulb. call yer cousin.
eat a bagel. wash yer cat.
shave yer head.