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1500 Miles To Minneapolis

Posted on Thursday, June 3, 2004 by Ryan

1500 Miles To Minneapolis
Words by Ryan Clements
Photos and Captions by Afro-Jim Choquette and Rob Meronek

Wednesday, June 02, 2004 @ 7:15am – Holiday Inn Louisville-Downtown

How could I really leave Allen? The rest of the kiddies knew that they would be left, but Big Al is somehow grandfathered in at Skatepark of Tampa – he doesn’t really have to follow the rules that everyone else abides by. Allen put us behind by 22 minutes. Although that doesn’t seem like a big deal, it did have an ill effect on the skate session at 8pm.

I didn’t realize how far it actually is to Minnesota until I looked at the Mapquest print out. Damn…over 1500 miles is pretty far. I’ve been from Tampa to Atlanta several times, so that part of the drive was pretty standard. But once we got to Tennessee, the scenery changed and we were going up and down mountains. Apparently there are all types of caves and caverns up there. I’d like to check those out sometime. Maybe when we’re on a different type of mission…

Have you ever been in a vehicle for 14 hours with a bunch of skateboarders ranging in age from 15 – 30? Probably not. Just take my word for it, because the conversation can get pretty retarded at times. Listening to Bubba The Love Sponge CD’s doesn’t add much intellectual stimulation either.

We only stopped twice the entire day and arrived in Louisville at 8pm. If you haven’t heard about the gigantic public skate park that was built there a couple of years ago, then listen up.

If you like bowls and tranny, go immediately to Louisville. I didn’t think that I could physically skate, so I just walked around the park. Just leaning over and looking into the 24’ tall full pipe was intimidating as hell. About 10 minutes later I grabbed my stick and started cruising around. Then the rain came. Dammit! If Allen had shown up on time in the morning, we would have had an extra 22 minutes to shred.

We packed up and picked the closest hotel. I was particularly proud of the kiddies this trip – pretty much everyone planned ahead and brought their own food. As I finished up my ribs and potato salad from our Memorial Day bar-b-que, the rest of the crew made sandwiches and Scotty opened a can of Chef Boy-R-Dee.

Allen, Scotty, Jim, and I hit the local bar, Freddies. I don’t think any maintenance has been done to that joint since 1975. Allen and I got kind of a weird vibe in there, but it was justified when several gay dudes strolled in. That’s cool – I have no problem chilling in a gay bar. Hell, Big Al and I can hang anywhere. I was a bit concerned when Jim and Scotty were stopped at the front door for conversation, but they pulled through untouched.

Now it’s the next morning and I’m looking at downtown from the 11th floor. There’s not a cloud in sight and we’re all ready to rip the park.

Thursday, June 03, 2004 @ 8:27am – Super 8 Motel in Minneapolis
I don’t really know how to explain how gnarly and great the Louisville public skate park is. If you like bowls and you like to go really fast, then that place is for you. The street course is a bit hurting, with really tall pyramids and steep ledges, but the rest of the park is fast, smooth, and fun as hell.

Scotty just walked in and asked me to go skate – I’ll be back.

Thursday, June 03, 2004 @ 11:04am – Super 8 Motel in Minneapolis
The park was fun, but I’ll get to that later.

As for driving from FL to MN, the next time someone tells you that we’re all overcrowded in this country, tell them to drive to somewhere in the mid-west. I’m serious…there wasn’t too much going on from Louisville to Minneapolis. Don’t get me wrong, there were some beautiful things to see – mountains, hills, farms, and several deer were sighted, but it just seems that as the miles pass through the rural towns that cover our countryside, that it’s a long drive in between where things are ‘happening.’

Admittedly, I don’t know a damn thing about the farming industry, but I did observe dozens of dilapidated old silos and barns as we went up and down the hills and through the mountains. What’s the reason? Why don’t they just tear down the old ones down?

When we stopped for gas in Camp Douglas, Wisconsin, we got to see a living example of small-town life. There were three kids on BMX bikes trying to get extreme. I’m talking the type of kids that have never seen a skate park in their lives – all these guys know is what’s on TV. They were trying to do tricks, but all the one kid had was a riding handstand with one hand on the seat and the other on the handlebars. It got even funnier when the cashier of the place wanted our autographs. I have no idea why, but she was really psyched that we gassed up at the BP she happened to be working at. She even gave me a free cup of coffee. Rockstar treatment in the middle of nowhere…

As the sun set over the hills, it started to get pretty cold. 59 degrees is chilly for a bunch of guys from Florida. We arrived in Minneapolis at about 10:30pm. We were beat from the long drive, so no one even asked to skate the park, which happens to be skating distance from the hotel. We hit the bar next door and then called it a night.

Friday, June 04, 2004 @ 2:35pm – Super 8 Motel in Minneapolis
Scotty busted into my room when I was typing this yesterday morning and wanted to go skate the park, early session style. I was impressed considering it was only 9am. Of course we were the only ones riding, and then the rest of the crew slowly made it in. We had it to ourselves for about an hour, and then some school rented it. Thanks to them and 3rd Lair for letting us ride during the private session. Giles had to go on and ruin it though – he had a freak-out episode, yelling and cursing all over the place. Skatepark of Tampa…the lame guys once again, setting lower standards than anyone.

The session went on and on, but I can only take so much, you know? Actually, I’m pretty exhausted today from skating for the last two days. We pretty much chilled all afternoon, everyone going in their own direction. I ate Taco Bell. Man, that place really sucks. Now I know why I only go there about once a year. I think I’ve had my fill until mid-2005.

The session got going again later on in the afternoon. This time it was on the mini-mini-mini-ramp. It’s barely three feet tall, but it’s big fun. No-fear-involved-skateboarding…just my style.

The evening was spent at Mark Mueller’s house, one of the owners of 3rd Lair. He and his lovely wife, Carrie (spelling?), had a feast prepared for us. The entire Skatepark Adult Crew watched the Lighting game and gorged the grub and spirits. Thank you very much for such a lovely evening.

It was about midnight when we rolled back to the hotel and the guys were claiming that they were heading out. I don’t think that it happened, but it didn’t matter to me anyway ‘cause I hit the sack.

Saturday, June 05, 2004 @ 8:35am – Super 8 Motel in Minneapolis
We had to wake up early yesterday morning (Friday) to put stickers on the course. It was a breeze compared to Tampa Am and Tampa Pro. That got knocked out relatively quickly and then Big Al, Lehman, and I had breakfast at Perkins. It was nice to have something legitimate for breakfast after eating continental grub at hotels for the past several mornings.

Our next mission was to find some public skate park that we were given bogus directions to...they sent us on a wild goose chase, but we finally found the YMCA gnar-park. It was one of those deals that was build by Grindline. If you haven’t seen their work, check out their site, because it is some of the most uniquely huge stuff that I’ve ever seen. I don’t think there was a single thing in the park that wasn’t vert – no joke. Since it was a YMCA, I guess that includes busted hours and regulations, too. So instead of jumping the fence and risking an arrest, we decided that it would be best to try to come back later.

Back at 3rd Lair, heads started rolling in. The street course is pretty big and there are like 100 skaters in the Street Contest, which means there was no complaining that the course was too crowded. We once again skated the mini-mini-mini-ramp – that session lasted for nearly two hours...but the real focus was on the Bowl Contest that was about to go down.

Their bowl is 6’ deep in the shallow and 10’ in the deep end with about a foot of vert. It’s really well built and the coping is super-fast. The contest was a “donation of something worth $10 to enter,” but everyone pretty much just gave money anyway. The format consisted of this: You get one, one-minute run, then there’s an open, 20-minute jam, and you get to end with one more run until you fall. And we threw it in there at the last minute that if you fell on your last run, that if you did some weird type of drop-in that you could keep skating. That was pretty sick because John Muldoon did a boneless into the deep in, Emmanuel Guzman ollied into the deep end, and Josh Folley put his board into the blunt position and pulled it into the shallow end.

The actual jam part of the contest was completely dominated by no other than Chris Lehman. That lucky little bastard only made it on the trip because Ian Gow was hurt. Chris was killing it so hard that he was literally learning tricks as he skated. He seemed to drop in every other time and land his moves better and better each run, skating until he either slammed or until he was completely exhausted and lost in the bowl.

Other highlights included some dude named Mike Owen spinning 540’s, but never landing one. After typing that I just realized that since he didn’t land it, it really wasn’t that much of a highlight. Kenny Anderson graced us with his presence and was cruising around, but not in the contest. Darren Navarette wasn’t a cool guy – he took a run when called by Schaefer on the mic. And you can always depend on Charlie Thomas to be ripping...he threw down a nice eggplant in that piece. His sidekick, Jayme Erikson (a girl), ripped the entire contest with her asscrack showing and got a pair of boxers that she’s required to wear the rest of the weekend.

When we went back to the private room to discuss the results, I didn’t want to suggest that I thought Lehman should have won. Although I thought it, I didn’t want to be that Team Manager guy that thinks his guys are the best. But Judge Jason Rothmeyer immediately said, “I think that Lehman took it.” Everyone in the room agreed, and greenhorn Chris took the honors at his first bigtime contest, winning $100 cash. The rest of the results are right there at www.damnam.com.

Everyone was going out, but I wasn’t feeling it. I think that I was hung-over a bit yesterday from the previous night. So there was no way that I wanted to feel like that again this morning. I was even more confident with my decision when I was woken up by Allen’s arrival at 4am this morning. Although he’s crashed out in the bed while I type this, he’s nowhere near in the shape Abdias is...he’s passed out in the bathroom of the other room. As Tommy Presley would put it, he’s “P.O.W – passed out whack.”

See kids, there is a good reason that the legal age to drink alcohol is 21. Chris Lehman, Matt Giles, Tommy Presley, and I are the few that missed the party – those dudes are already down at the park skating and I’m working. The Street Qualifiers start at 11am.

Sunday, June 06, 2004 @ 8:02am – Super 8 Motel in Minneapolis
I’m at a point where the road is definitely taking its toll on me. Life currently consists of hotel, 3rd Lair, and dinner out…sounds great I know, but I’m used to home cooked meals and relaxation time. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m having a great time. Traveling, skating new stuff, and meeting new people is what skateboarding is all about. That’s how we really used to do it back in the day. We had basically no money, but we knew that we wanted to see what this country had to offer as far as terrain, so we hopped in our vehicles and made it happen.

We didn’t have money to eat out…we didn’t even have enough loot for fast food. I had one of those Coleman portable stoves to cook grub on and we slept in the van, or outside on sleeping bags. The kids have it good nowadays. We have the transportation and lodging and all they have to worry about is eating. But if you’re Abdias, you don’t even have to worry about that…sponsors give you money. That type of treatment doesn’t happen overnight – you have to earn it, and that’s exactly what Abdias has done over the past few years. Dedication has its payoffs.

The qualifiers yesterday were great. For the most part, the skating was top notch. For some reason, no matter how high the caliber of the event, there always seems to be a few dudes in there that don’t really belong in there. Without going into a bunch of detail, one kid that entered could barely kickturn on bank ramps and then apparently tried to learn fs boardslides right there in his run. He took one hell of a slam and had to be coaxed into taking his second run, where he proceeded to try and learn regular boardslides. At least it was entertaining…

There were certainly some rippers up in that piece, too. I watched a few of the heats in their entirety, played team manager for Abdias, and even got to announce the fifth and sixth heats. The entire Adio team absolutely killed it, and the kids from Hawk Clothing ripped as well. The standouts to me were Mark Bussey (rock to fakie on the vert wall), Tyler Bledsoe (mad steez), and Nate Compher (switch 5-0’s and 360 flips). As for our guys, the only one to make it to the semi-finals was Tommy Presley. Abdias only missed it by a couple of points and Giles and Lehman were a bit farther down the line. Big Al finally showed up about 10 minutes before his run and ‘rockstared’ it with no practice. He even brought it to a new level of ‘rockstardom’ when he didn’t show up for his second run. Andrew Cannon was announced as the number one qualifier, with Grant Taylor in second, and we peaced-out of there.

The rest of the evening was spent at the closest bar, JJ’s, watching the Lightning victory and sharing stories about Baby Schizo with Rhino from Thrasher and Josh Perkins from Maine. Not to change the subject entirely, but now that I’m thinking about it, I heard that Ronald Reagan died yesterday. Man, I remember where I was the day of his attempted assassination – I heard it on the radio and I asked my mom if it was real, or if someone was telling a story. I don’t think that I was even six years old.

I’m out of here. We’ve having a bowl session at 9:30am. It’s the finals today (let’s see what T4PREZ gots), and our last day in Minnesota. We’re driving out at 6am tomorrow morning…heading back to beautiful, humid Florida.

Sunday, June 06, 2004 @ 1:35pm – Motel 8 in Minneapolis
I enjoyed a nice session at 3rd Lair this morning, but Rhino and Gabe Clement (DVS) didn’t show. I skated pretty much all of their stuff, that is, until guys skating in the contest started rolling in. The first heat of the semi-finals just finished and it looks like Tommy Presley won’t be making the finals. Both Skatepark of Tampa and Shaqueefa Clothing are proud of T4PREZ’s effort…he skated well and did his best. That’s all anyone can ask for.

Wednesday, June 09, 2004 @ 2pm – My office at Skatepark of Tampa
I haven’t had a chance to sit down and document our adventures in the past two days. After driving 14+ hours on Monday and 12 yesterday, I wasn’t really in the mood to sit down at my computer last night.

The rest of the semis and the finals were very entertaining. As I mentioned before, Nate Compher has great switch ability. Nate was very close to nailing a switch kickflip to backside smith down one of the hubbas, but he did land switch everything else. That explains how he ended up in third place. It’s hard to believe how good little 12-year-old Evan Mirchell is – he was kickflipping to 5-0 from the bank to picnic table every single time. I honestly don’t think that I saw him miss it, so Evan landed second. The top spot went to Andrew Cannon from Pennsylvania. Andrew threw down a flawless run that consisted of 360 flips, 360 ollies, kf to 50-50’s, and ended it with a kickflip late shove-it over the pyramid hip.

The Adio Best Trick Contest was on one of the handrails. First place went to Trace Saylor for a perfect switch frontside feeble. Nate Compher landed second with a switch backside lipslide. Third went to Jose Rojo for a kickflip backside 180 nosegrind up to the flat part of the rail. And finally, fourth went to Skatepark’s own Abdias Rivera with a fs feeble to fakie. Almost more entertaining than the actual placers was one man in particular, Yoshi. Yoshi is the guy that skated from LAX in LA to Volcom in Costa Mesa for one of the Damn Ams a couple of years ago (you’re talking a several hour skate). Since then, he’s been in Tampa Am twice and at all of the Damn Am events. He’s been trying to land laser flips to boardslides down handrails for a couple of years now and had never even gotten close until this past weekend. He actually landed on one, slid it almost down the entire rail, and then fell off. The place went nuts and Yoshi got some recognition. Schaefer announced the awards and that was a wrap. Check www.damnam.com for all results.

The after-party was at a restaurant/bar right up the street from 3rd Lair called Majors. It was actually pretty nice and had great food. All drinks were 2 for 1, so by about 10pm the place was seriously happening. The highlight was definitely the Karaoke. Scotty started it off with some G n’ R – “Welcome to the Jungle” and Afro-Jim covered some Neil Diamond by singing “Sweet Caroline.” Jim went from dork to cool in a matter of minutes…he had the place blowing up. It probably had something to do with his hands all over Roxy Team Manager, Caroline, who happened to be sitting on stage with him. I cut out early because the wake-up call was set for 5:30am.

I think that the rest of the crew enjoyed their evening because there were about 10 cones and a barricade surrounding my truck when I saw it from the hotel room window at 5:35am the next morning. Maybe it was symbolic for not wanting to leave? The groggy-eyed kiddies hopped in the truck and we were off, but without Allen the Nomad – he went to the train station to catch one to NYC. Afro-Jim kept me company for a while, but then he was passed out along with everyone else, too. I may as well have been driving by myself.

There sure are a lot of farms in Wisconsin. When everyone woke up, the phrase of the day became “kickin’ it old school.” It came about because we kept seeing farmers tilling their fields with really old farm equipment and then I was telling stories of Amish farmers actually using oxen to turn up the dirt…that’s really the old school style.

14 hours of driving and only stopping twice tends to take its toll. We stopped just outside of Chattanooga to watch the Lightning game and ordered pizza to the hotel room. After the Lightning victory we hit up the pool hall that was right up the road. They had all of my favorites – Galaga, Ms. Pac Man, and Centipede were all the original games, not the retro ones that you see at Gameworks, but the O.G.’s with cigarette burns on the panel and all. Tommy was schooling everyone in pool and I went back to the room to sleep.

We were on the road on Tuesday morning by 5:20am and arrived at Skatepark of Tampa at 5:30pm. We gained an hour on the way by passing from the Central to Eastern time zone. That’s the one thing that sucks about traveling east…time gets the best of you. It’s always great to be on the road though. The terrain on this trip was a new experience for most of us, so that made it even better, but it’s always just as nice when you return home. Now that I’m back sitting at my desk as usual, all I have left are the memories. I’m sure that after a week of ‘normal’ life I’ll want to do it again. Thanks to Damn Am, 3rd Lair, Big Al, Lehman, Giles, Tommy, Scotty, Afro-Jim, Abdias, and those girls that we saw driving next to us in Georgia that hydroplaned in their SUV and nearly killed themselves and us.


Louisville has a great park. The whole story behind its development should be followed everywhere. Here's a panorama of the park
Ryan Clements backside carves the huge full pipe at Louisville
If Chris Lehman lived in Louisville, you would definately hear about him. Does momma know you're in Louisville pulling these shenanigans.
Chris Lehman never skated a concrete park until we got to Louisville. I bet he's glad his mom signed the permission slip, or he may have never gotten this chance to carve the fullpipe.
Matt Giles pulls a frontside air over one of the more sketchy hip lines at Louisville
Ryan Clements doesn't look so big and tough with this 5-0 from deep to shallow with the Mississippi River raging in the background
Scotty Conley backside grinds the double-kink ledge at Louisville
Abdias Rivera defies gravity over a bowl in Louisville
Abdias Rivera Frontside Carve in the fullpipe at Louisville
Abdias Rivera frontside boardslides up the flat rail
This unidentified BMXer from Camp Douglas is too extreme for you with this handstand
The Topper Crew included Tommy Presley - holding it down the best way he knows how
Abdias Rivera was part of the topper crew and was stuck next to the piled up bags - Watch Out, Abdias
Too Late, Abdias
Chris Lehman and Big Al got comfortable in the F-350 on the way up
Ryan Clements had a fan in this gas station attendant - even people in Wisconsin like Skatepark of Tampa
We didn't see this mini-mountain until we pulled off the road. (l to r - Scotty Conley, Afro-Jim Choquette, and Big Al Russell)
Bored on the highway, we messed with the camera and Old Man Clements is magically Old Thug Clements
Looks like Abdias ended up at Fobia Skate Shop. That's Rhino, Joe Fobia, and Darren Navarette
What's Nate Compher doing in a box?
Abdias Rivera and Graham Bickerstaff
Derek St. Pierre and Brad Cantrell at City Billiards
Saturday morning at around 9am, Abdias Rivera sits in the bathroom trying to puke his way to feeling good
One of Abdias' shots of Brian Schaefer and Allen Russell at City Billiards
Pool sharks Abdias Rivera and Graham Bickerstaff
One of Abdias Rivera's self portraits with Allen Russell
Thomas Taylor gets Second Place
Grant Taylor gets Fourth Place
John Muldoon gets Third Place
Chris Lehman's got $100 in his broke ass pocket after winning the Bowl Jam
Chris Lehman was skating like every other run during the bowl jam. I think I'd need CPR after one of his runs. This frontside tucker from low to deep was pretty sick
It wouldn't be a bowl contest without at least one stinkbug. This is Timmy Flood from Alaska
Josh Owen is one of the fastest bowl skaters I've seen in a while. This here's a 100mph lipslide
The way I remember this kid's name is by thinking of Axel Foley from Beverly Hills Cop. This is Josh Folley on a frontside smith - this kid RIPS
Jamiel Nowparvar - backside noseblunt slide on the bump to flat bar
Grant Taylor's got these kickflip fakies wired - not an easy thing on tranny
Hurvey Haskin - frontside bluntslide shuv
Grant Taylor's going to crack the coping with his tail on this big frontside ollie
Emmanuel Guzman's backside tailslides are super good and super fast
Damn Am street judge John Muldoon frontside tailslides in the deep end
Dan Maruniak - front feebs
Dan Maruniak back tails the flat bar to fakie
I've never seen anyone do a half cab ice plant to fakie until Chris Lehman started doing them in the bowl jam
All Chris Lambrecht is thinking of is black squirrels while he kickflips out of this blunt fakie
Charlie Thomas was slashing the bowl like Zorro on this frontside smith
Ben Watts is one of those little kids that can do all these old school tricks like Miller flips
Damn Am judge Mike Sinclair turned 32 today. He's famous for eating. This pizza with 32 written in pepperoni showed up in the middle of the contest like Spicolli ordering it in class
Last year's winner, John Goeman - nollie tailslide
Marius Syvanen is growing up and getting better and better - back tail slide on the bump to flat bar
Jake Smith - smith grind on the bump to big ass barrier
Mid sink in the Adio Dunk Tank
That's a hot looking fish tank
This chick got it started off in the Adio Dunk Tank
Derek St Pierre gives Scotty Conley his monk cut
Danny Cerezini - back smith on the bump to big ass barrier
This kid's dad was like "hold my son down and cut him up", so Ryan Clements put the hold on him while Scotty Conley chopped the locks
A few kids ended up with the Damn Am Haircut male pattern baldness deal
Damn Am Haircut victim with Scotty Conley - yikes, that could be a combover
Anthony Schultz - Suski grind
Damn Am Haircut victim with Scotty Conley
Alex White rips - frontside boardslide on the bump to flat bar
Alex White made this frontside boardslide on the round rail during her run
Abdias Rivera got over the hangover and put together a pretty good run - frontside 5-0
Derek St. Pierre at the ghetto scratch off ticket booth at the bar - they're called "Pull Tabs" in Minneapolis. We must have spent at least $60 at that
The smoky bar...
Part of the scene at the Irish bar
Product toss madness
Product toss madness
Yoshi almost made the Fiero flip (laser flip boardslide) during the Adio Best Trick Contest
Tyler Bledsoe is growing up and skating like a man already - 8th Place in the Street Finals
Trace Saylor got first in the Adio Best Trick contest for a switch frontside feeble down the rail
Andrew Cannon had a backpack with a board strapped on it. When he turned around, the deck clocked Scotty Conley in the eye
Ronnie Bertino and crew get a Damn Am Thanks for Nothing award for bringing the team out to the contest
If Nate Compher (3rd Place) would have landed the switch flip back smith he almost made during his run, he probably could have won the contest
Rodney Johnson gets the Damn Am Thanks For Nothing award for the support and just being Rodney Johnson
Mike Munzenrider ended up missing the cut to the Finals by one place on Sunday
Mark and Steve from 3rd Lair getting a Damn Am Thanks For Nothing award
Make out sessions are starting to become a tradition while giving out the awards
Chad Lopez got a Damn Am Thanks For Nothing award for ripping and looking like Cosmo Kramer
Kenny Anderson accepts the Damn Am Thansk for Nothing award for Jeff Taylor and the Adio crew
Josh Mohs, one of the rippers Ronnie Bertino brought, ended up with 6th in the Finals
John White got 5th in the Adio Best Trick Contest for a switch frontside 270 over the step up gap onto the flat bar
Jason Barr got 7th in the Finals
Grant Taylor qualified 2nd in the Semi-Finals and ended up in 5th for the Finals
Danny Cerezini ended up with 4th in the Finals, but had some of the best runs of the weekend during the Semi-Finals that he qualified in first for
Andrew Cannon won the Damn Am Street at Minneapolis, Minnesota
Alex White gets a Damn Am Thanks for Nothing for ripping all weekend and also getting in the dunk tank
Abdias Rivera did a frontside feeble to backside 180 out to get 4th in the Adio Best Trick Contest
Trace Saylor's perfect kickflip back tail fakie on the bump to big ass barrier
Tyler Bledsoe - big flip
Tommy Presley - nollie heel boardslide
Anthony Shetler - front crook
Anthony Shetler aka Nicolas Cage - backside tailslide
Nate Compher - nollie flip over the hip
Nate Compher - switch back smith
Marius Syvanen - front crook on the bank to ledge
Nate Compher - gap crook
Jason Barr - 360 flip
Jason Barr - frontside nosegrind
Evan Mirchell - frontside feeble grind on the bump to flatbar
Grant Taylor - kickflip
I saw Danny Cerezini try this kickflip crook on the bump to big ass barrier twice and each time, he made it perfect
Ernie Torres - kickflip back lip on the bump to flat bar
We spent a lot of time on this mini-mini-mini ramp - Ryan Clements is doing a feeble transfer here
Last year's Street winner, John Goeman - frontside 5-0
Trace Saylor won the Adio Best Trick Contest with this switch frontside feeble down the rail
John Armendariz - feeble frontside 180 out during Adio Best Trick
I didn't see if Jamiel Nowparvar ever made this switch flip 50-50 over the step up gap and onto the flat bar, but he was coming pretty close during the Adio Best Trick Contest
Abdias Rivera has the best backside overcrooks
Andrew Cannon back lipping his way to first place in the Street Finals
Abdias Rivera - hurricane during Adio Best Trick
Abdias Rivera made a frontside feeble grind to backside 180 during the Adio Best Trick Contest to end up in 4th
This was a fantastic performance of Iron Maiden's Run to the Hills during the short-lived karaoke session at Major's during the contest after party. Things got a little wild and the karaoke guy shut it down after a few songs
Afro-Jim's karaoke performance of Sweet Caroline sung to Karoline Kirkland was quite a hit, mostly because of the groping going back and forth
You can still smoke indoors in Minnesota - nice
While this chick sang Skater Boy on karaoke, somehow Brian Schaefer found a helmet and a skateboard in the bar and managed to bust his ass a few times on the dance floor for all of our entertainment
Scotty Conley and Rob Meronek at the Major's contest after party
The crowd was definitely feeling the performance of Iron Maiden's Run to the Hills on karaoke
Right after the awards on Sunday, we spend about an hour just sitting on the hotel lawn relaxing, having a few drinks, and talking about all the good times over the weekend
Group photo of random drunks at the Major's Contest After Party
In about six years, their age will catch up to how old they look
Graham Bickerstaff and Abdias Rivera suck at pencil fighting
Lamare Hemmings didn't make it to Sunday so it looks like he spent a lot of time on pencil wars
Mark, Steve, and Rodney
Graham Bickerstaff tries his best to sink Alex White in the Adio Dunk Thank but walks away with nothing but heckling from Alex
Another Damn Am Bad Haircut for free stuff victim
The lurking Adio Dunk Tank crowd
Allen Russel gives out what looks like a reverse mohawk


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