Things always happen. On that you can rely.
Last weekend for example, I was petitioned to be one of five gentlemen judges for the Dew Tour skate contests in Chicago, Illinois — one streetstyle and one just regular street … but in a park.
I’m a sucker for live, pro-level skateboard watching and, as you can probably imagine (if you squeeze your eyes shut as hard as possible), a judge at a pro-level skateboard contest literally has the best seat in the house.
So, to review: 1) Pro-level skateboard watching 2) A seat
“I’m in,” as the kids say.
Modern times mean modern modes. You gotta get to Chicago somehow.
My faith in the TSA has never been high, but after I made it through security and all the way to Chi Town with this wood screw in my pocket, I’m certain that no one is super good at their government-agency job. Can you imagine the chaos I could have caused with this thing?
But the Dew Tour folks are a different story. They go the extra mile in making a Vastly Improbable Population feel welcome. And in return, as a sign of my bear-hug embrace of improbability and our population’s vastness, I signed away my life.
It’s the least I could do.
Curren Caples walked away from the streetstyle event victorious.
Ohio Dave, a.k.a. Chicago Dave, was in the hiz-ouse, taking care of business for the Dew.
Who’s got the manny, gap, nose manny? Just in case, it’s now officially called Logan’s Run.
Friendship was e’rwhere in Chicago.
Met this weirdo, Pablo.
Tourist vibes are high in the windy city. Here’s my touring horse.
Save those horse-rental receipts.
Wizards are gonna do what wizards are gonna do.
And what would underground talks on Go Skateboarding Day be without the distinguished gentlemen from Washington and Norway sitting down for some serious negosh?
Cory Kennedy and Karsten Kleppan got it all figured out for next year’s GSD.
Thanks, dudes. Couldn’t have dooed the Dew without you.