Austin Limo Trip
The Limo trip in Austin could only be summed up in one way… “It was super sick, yeah for sure, honestly just insanely dope.” (I feel like that’s my usual response when someone asks me about the trip.) There were more spots than any other city I’ve seen, especially for starving eyes coming from NY, straining for a glimpse of unfamiliar terrain. Everyone in the squad was operating on maximum from day one, it was insane. Everyone just kept doing crazy shit, if someone wasn’t doing it then someone else was. We had two vans full of people occupying both, very different, sides of a duplex with a fire pit and grill in the backyard. We met homies Dylan and Bobby who really hooked it up with showing us around and directing us to all the shit we wanted to go to. Dylan stayed with us the whole time and was essentially the homie for the whole trip. Donnet pulled up on us and if you know him, you know how lucky we were to have him there. He skated every spot and took a lot of hard slams! Since we’re now on the topic of slams, Enzo almost got hit by a car and you can’t see it in my or Logan’s angle. Nelly was on the brink of the most ill bump to front board ever, when she wiffed an ollie and went straight spread eagle, full volume, right onto the out rail. After a few nights in the hospital she was back eating cookies in bed and falling asleep in a mountain of sugary crumbs. Besides that things went pretty smooth, heads were getting sick all around but no one was letting it get them down. Everyone was copping left and right, here and there, spots were getting checked off the list and shit was really popping. We would pull up and I’d be like “no way what?” and then I’d be like “oh, oh damn!” We never did go back to check the 16 stair though… At the end of the day we ate a lot of bbq or sometimes fast food burgers, other nights we cooked at home. Rest was important on this trip and partying was kept to a dull roar. After one morning of projectile vomiting and stumbling nauseously around the backyard, I couldn’t really risk getting drunk anymore. Also it was hard to buy enough beer since we were so many heads. Jackie was crackin voo doo rangers and sneakily drinking every other type of beer in sight. 50 beers really amounted to 3 or 4 beers each if you weren’t paying attention. I think this was overall good for the mission which was pretty much to skate all day everyday, except for one Monday we took off to a relaxing morning of paintball for Logan’s bday. By the end of the trip it felt like we were just getting warmed up, we easily needed another week or two to expand the quest. Trips are funny like that because there is never enough time to hit everything and everyone leaves fiending for more. Conversations of “ We gotta come back here for sure” float around in the air. For our sake I really hope we do.
