Shaqueefa SRQ Tour
April 27, 2004
Words and Photos by Adam Burgess
This particular Shaqueefa tour took two weeks of planning, along with three
hours of driving to reach the infamous tropics of the Sarasota snakepark.
The posse included the ruthless Craig Kaths (calve muscles the size of your
life!), better known amongst the elite Shaqueefa OG's as "C-Note", Steve B.,
who "kept the bench warm" (translation for your dad, the coach) due to lower
back spasms, and Adam Burgess, the "O.G. richard." We were scheduled to
leave the Shaqueefa lab no later than 12 pm, but C-Note was the designated
captain for this tour so we arrived at the park around 3pm. Where that
three hours went, we'll never know. So we skirted I-75, going the
designated speed limit of 70 mph, never once breaking any state or federal
laws. We arrived at the park and dove head first into the sea of raging
hormonal adolescent weefs who were quick to snake and be snaked until the
most gangster posse blessed the snakepark with their presence. This click
that I'm referring to does not incorporate any of the Shaqueefa O.G.s, Craig
and myself, that had already been thrashing helmet style. The gangsters that
I remember so vividly happen to be none other than SRQ's finest, Deagel and
J. Paget. I noticed their presence immediately upon entry into the park;
blingin' dunks for days, throw backs the size of soup bowls (Deagel, aka
Grease, aka Derek Millan wears a size 9 1/2!!! Holy cranium), and those well
defined gangsta struts and stares. You should have seen the local park
sharks part like the Red Sea when the BTS posse showed up. So we all
exchanged some dap and literally destroyed that luscious concrete landscape.
Fortunately for all the Shaqueefa fans, I figured out how to take photos with
Rob's camera. Unfortunately for all the ladies who are trying to post my
photos as screen savers, the rest of the squad was too psyched or stumped to
figure out the one second delay. After our schralping techniques caused the
concrete to crack in various parts of the course, we decided it was time to
depart. Craig manned the controls "captain style", Derek and Jay robbed a near by
convenient store, and Steve and I gave our farewells to the "Infamous
James", some lurked out Bradenton local. We drove back to TPA!, 70 mph,
thus resuming our lives and running the streets that most of you groms know
nothing about.
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Jay Padgett - cone ollie
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Adam Burgess - backside flip
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Jay Padgett - nollie backside heel
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Derek Millan - back smith
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Derek Millan - cone ollie
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Derek Millan - hip ollie
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Craig Kaths - cone ollie
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Craig Kaths - you guess what he's doing
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Craig Kaths - kickflip fakie
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Craig Kaths - backside nosegrind
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How long has it been since you hated on someone? Ten minutes? Man, you're over due. Click this photo.
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