Trying to get PBR in shape for the Trojun Crue this spring. Set the poles for the hut, and got some dirt moved and shaped while I was waiting for it to dry. Last lip of the slacker line. Should be able to hit a lap slackin' to warm up and then bang a gear and take to the skies with the big ramp hits all in one song on the mp3. Then everyone can stay off the fuucking grass! After Doug E Fresh landscapes this bitch he wont be having any of that kooked out look at me put a foot down and do doughnuts bullshit. Think your gonna cut a a new line? Ha, hell just plant an agave in the way. Saweet!
Water at your disposal will be a must this summer during the dustbowl. More riding, less deadly no visual hold it wide anyways pull and pray shit. Told you I was pro.
Lean like you know where your going. Enter left, leave right, whip back left, drop in... all blind. Somebody is going to have to pop this cherry soon.
I live for evening like this. All my clothes permantly smell like burning pallets.
Stay Rad -Pony
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