Mar 14, 2007
Red Bull in Australia, G'Day 7
Red Bull in Australia, G'day 7
Time to clock in.
You ever gone to bed thinking, "Man I'm going to sleep like a baby
tonight?" Well last night that's what I was thinking. Nope! Not
happening. This morning I was awaken by this really loud crane thing
with a guy painting the hotel wall just outside my window. I felt
like Joe Pesci in "My Cousin Vinnie." All I wanted to do this morning
was sleep and obviously that wasn't gonna happen. So after I showered
up and drank 4 cups of coffee I decided to go for a little walk about
town, because I knew the guys wouldn't be up for at least another 3
hours. After my walk I came back and the boys were fired up and ready
to go. Time to clock in.
Cheers.
Dude (Roger Klotz)
"Listen, er, what's the story with this incredibly... remarkably loud crane at 7.30 in the morning?"
These ice cream bars in Australia called Golden Gaytimes are so good. I've probably consumed 134 of them in the last week.
Ryan Sheckler is freakin' good. He did this for me 5 times just so I could get a crappy photo for the web. Thanks buddy.
Then he asked Oliver Barton to shoot the front feeble.
I wonder what the chances of Red Bull hooking me up with one of these cars.
Girls love a man in a nice car right? If not they all love Red Bull.
Speaking of cars, Terell Robinson nearly crapped himself when he saw that I had an Iroc t-shirt. He's a huge Camero fan.
Oliver Barton shaking the dew off his lily.
This was one of the most nerve racking spots I'd have ever been to.
We showed up at the peak of rush hour, which meant Figgy could only
go when the light would change. So we had to constantly hit the crosswalk
button to stop traffic, plus the rail had these skatestoppers on it. In the
end, Figgy got his trick without gettin hit by a car, and he coasted
right over the skatestoppers.
These girls were obviously hyped.
After a long day of skating, we had to blow off some steam at the indoor go-cart track.
We had the entire place to ourselves.
In the end, Ryan Sheckler took 1st place, which he predicted. (Only because he smashed me into the tires.) J/K
