Where ever you were, it weren't here. We were the only ones. Small, piddly, nearly unridable little peelers. Nearly unridable. Except the ones that weren't. Which were rad and now burned into the memory as little soothing gems. Mastastico, Panessa and Le Boy.
3 comments:
how sweet it was.
Hey that looks pretty damn good compared to the fog infested, onshore, windswell dribble of Nor Cal. Soon comes the Fall!
I heard it got real shitty for a few minutes out there
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