This one was an adventure. I gotta say, I'm partial to daytime riding, but it seems I'm in the minority around here..a lot gets done after dark. This however, was over the top. Despite a state police warning against non-emergency road use due to heavy snowfall, Al, Tim and I hopped in my civic around 11:30, and drove through the beginning of a blizzard towards Southington. After a brief detour to Cheshire (Bruce needs a map), we found Bruce Sandstrom, Dave Krezel, and some other hooligans whose names I cant recall, because they were up top, and I was like...you know... down below....at the landing. I'm sure they were great guys though...dont judge.
It dumped heavily the entire time, and was pretty miserable, to be honest, but dudes put in work, so it was worth it.
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| Krezel, mute. |
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| Krezel, fuzzy & stale. |
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| speed check? i dunno. |
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| this fuckin guy.... |
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| *Ding*, Bruce |
Timmy went massively huge:
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| Tailgrab 3 to flat. Al's defnition of "good idea" is confusing, but fun to watch. |
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| Al |
The drive home in 2 feet of fresh was severely traumatic, and I'm still recovering. Maybe someday, i'll be able to talk about it again.
Theres still mounds of fresh covering everything! Go get it this weekend!
Another Buck90 shoot. Great success. Huzzahs all round. I would definitely file this spot under the 'things that didn't happen' tab. It was just an abandoned building in the middle of the woods, and this rail. Thats it. For some reason , there was this creaky ceiling fan running the whole time, and the drop-in was a rusted out refrigerator piled with scrap plastic. Some serious blair witch shit.
