Wednesday:
10pm: Text: "Yo, gonna dump. Empty seats on the bus. Wanna roll?"
10:15: "Sure. Where's the pick up?"
10:16: "6am. 5th Ave & 9th St, Boerum Hill."
10:17: "Done. See you in the am."
Thursday:
4am: Wake Up.
4:43: R Train to Brooklyn.
5:38: 4th Ave & 9th Street
5:40: "We're at Dunkin' on 5th. Get this: On my way over in a cab, BMXican runs light on his delivery bike. We hit him and send him about 20 feet."
5:43: "Uhm, what?"
5:44: "Yeah, we smack this guy. He gets back up and starts riding, "No late for work". Takes off. Bad sign."
5:45: "Shit. Craze."
5:50: Enter DD. Coffee. Chill. Greetings to heads. "What's up. What's up. What's up."
6:15: Text: "Bus crashed. Stuck."
6:16: "Shit, now what?"
6:17: "Bus will get out. Let's chill."
6:30: Shit talk.
6:45: "Bus driver is calling off trip."
6:46: Plan B: "Who's got a truck?" Text Text Text.
7:15: No dice.
7:20: Breakfast: Flat Wraps and Pancake Nuggets.
7:30: Plan C: Heads at Stop 2 are walking to Enterprise.
8:00: "We're getting a mini-van."
8:30: "Still working on paperwork."
8:45: Natives are restless.
9:00: Team 2 shows up in a Sienna. 7 grown men in a Toyota Toaster. Tetris.
9:30: On our way. Brooklyn Battery Tunnel to West Side Highway.
9:40: Driver, in haste to make up time hits a pothole on WSH on a hard turn going 70 with about 600 lbs of dude on rear axle. Ka-Boom! Still rolling. Whatevs. Feels like a minor flat spot. We're on the road now. Let's get there. GWB to Palisades to Thruway.
10:00: Jokes cracked.
11:00: Heads are asleep including driver. Speeding Ticket. 92 in a 65. Bang.
11:50: Off Thruway. Wheel is fucked. Hop-A-Long Cassidy. "Maybe lugs are loose." "Tires prob needs air."
11:52: Tires are inflated to max pressure.
11:53: Back on road.
12:05: "Take the short cut."
12:07: Turn is taken hard. Mini van starts to drift at 40mph.
12:08: Collective "Oh shiiiit!!!" from passengers.
12:09: Driver successfully pulls a drift to 270 out. Tire Rod is bent. Wheel is taco'd.
12:10: Hunter parking lot.
12:15: "Who's got the hook up?"
12:30: Good to go. 7 heads, 7 free passes. Thanks Hunter Mtn. On to the lift. Time to ride. Conditions are good & hill is empty.
12:50: First run charged. Where's Wil?
1:00: Apparently, Wil took a hipper. Unbuckled to work it out, then watched his board take off and get launched off a cliff into the abyss. Gone.
1:30. Back up lift to find Wil and his snowboard. Nothing. Lost to the depths of Hunter powder and mass of snow blowing machinery.
2:00: Back to Lodge. Walk around to ask security to ask if board was found. Nope. Wil: "I'm gonna go get a massage, yo." Aight. Peace.
2:15: Back on the hill. Tons of runs.
3:42: Wrong turn. I lose group charging across cat track. Gone.
3:43 Head to park. Closed. Duck rope to hike session perfect perfect round flat bar.
4:20: Takes 20 tries to pull back lip. Hyped but not wasgudwidit.
4:30: Lifts close. Hit the bar to toast to myself.
4:32: Bar session in progress.
6:00: Dark. Time to go. Time to put shit together.
6:10: "Dude, where's my board? Stolen. Charge it to the Game.
6:30: At gas station, driver asks, "Anyone seen my wallet?" Nope.
7:00: On highway. Rear wheel is near shredded. At speeds over 50 it feels like you're sitting on top of the washing machine during the final spin cycle. Retarded. Engine mounts prob loose from charging at 90+mph with over 1000 lbs of dude in a mini-van. Only 2 more hours to go.
Craze trip as all missions to Hunter have been. But least we got comp tiks & I got a free T. Thanks Dre.
