So I decided to take out the PS Zine "mobile unit" a couple of days ago. The mobile unit basically consists of my pedal bike and trailer loaded with camera and skateboard gear. Not too far in to the journey I passed a man on his bike and I could swear he was "talking to me"! What would Travis Bickle do? Clarify if he was indeed talking to me...
Mr. Saddlebags: Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Me: Pardon me?
Mr. Saddlebags: Mumble,TRUMPET, mumble.
Me: What?
Mr. Saddlebags: I said why don't you stick a trumpet up your nose and blow it out?
Me: WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Mr. Saddlebags: I'm not, I'm talking to myself.
Me: Well, carry on then.
Mr. Saddlebags: Thanks! I will.
Me: ??????? (...and I pedaled in to the distance.)
Me: Pardon me?
Mr. Saddlebags: Mumble,TRUMPET, mumble.
Me: What?
Mr. Saddlebags: I said why don't you stick a trumpet up your nose and blow it out?
Me: WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
Mr. Saddlebags: I'm not, I'm talking to myself.
Me: Well, carry on then.
Mr. Saddlebags: Thanks! I will.
Me: ??????? (...and I pedaled in to the distance.)
First stop... Sunny St. James.
Second stop... Skatepark West. Skatepark West crew.
The injured Mr. Parker/lighting assistant.
Third stop... Charleswood.
PS Zine!
Komemda Crew
Markus
Switch ollie.
Thrasher
This stuff.
Create.
All out of paper...
BLACKLI$T
Sharpie art.
Fix it.
Ride it!
Stefan bloody Stefan
Real
Tanner and the beetle.
Tanner working on the kick flip. I couldn't stick around for the landed version... had to refuel to keep the mobile unit engine running!
On the way home... Erik with a heel flip over the gap.
River Heights/Saskatchewan friend crew.
26km later, back at home!
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