After a few weeks of trading emails, the homeys finally cashed in their Daddy Day Passes for a day of skating. Our usual trip takes us to a couple pre-fab Jersey parks then onto FDR in Philly but New England is pretty hot right now with the f'n Sox holding down first place, free padless concrete skateparks every couple exits, and a package store in every town for the beverage refills, and of course Tim Horton's. There's real talk about Riese Inc. considering opening a few stores in town. Don't fuck with me, Riese.
CT wasn't much for roadside culinary delights, but it's nice to have the convenience of pizza/grinder shops in every town for the turkey provolone re-ups. I did splurge on a chick cut grinder for dinner, but the guy gave me the, "Fuck you we don't have that ghetto shit here," when I asked for some hot sauce. Gotta keep a Franks Red Hot handy just like my inhaler. At least they had a circa 95 Johnny Mnemonic Pinball Kit. Officer Tutuolla was holding it down not letting any free balls pass.
I'm more on the aspiring ledge monkey than tranny troll spectrum of skatepark nerds, but the CT parks are pretty much perfect so I had to try and get a taste. After Waterford, it was clear my 7.4 Kalis and 50mm Golds weren't exactly ideal but manageable. Gotta go through the Deluxe catalog for the next trip.
Next kit was Norwich. Way the hell off the highway but a fun quick hit nonetheless. There was an orange trucker hat hometown hero trying to show us up, but it was nothing compared to Willy Bagel's Kenny Reed Photograffitti bsnbs shots.
Next stop was Baltic which was kind of being run by BMXers. The trannys here were the biggest of all the parks so far, so I thought to just save my juice for the next kit and help film some video for the homies. Gotta get that zoom attachment for my iKit.
Our trusty rental. We swear it was the ghetto Jerz car rental owner Hector's personal ride. On an interesting note, we found out from a skate Mom on our last NE trip, that it's legal for the passengers in CT to have open beer containers. Skeptical, we asked a package store owner, the local pizza guy as well as a cop if it were true, and it is. Gladly Mike Stim is our designated driver, but it's very odd to be cruising around with a Bullets in the cup holders. Hector sure got a gem of an interior cleaning the next day with beer, pee, farts, and Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips wafting throughout the van.
Westerly, Rhode Island was the close out with perfect smooth ground, trannys, friendly locals, and a 5 minute drive to the beach for the post session sweat dirt rinse off. Here you can pretty much cruise around without having to put a foot down. we skated until the sun went down over a few beers and even went down to the beach to relax before the mission home.
Overall a pretty epic day for a grip of blue collars. It's days like this that help you get up in the morning. Hey, we even got blessed with a rare double fag logo and no mongo longboarders. Taste the rainbow.
