spent the weekend chaparoning not one but two all day hi-skool snowboard trips with nicky. we travelled in style on a sweet coach, and spent a sum of zeero dollars for two killer days of riding. fresh pow on both days, no less. not bad !!
nicky could snowboard before he could ride a 2 wheeler. and when he was a baby i used to rock him to sleep doing fakies on a masonite micro-half pipe in the garage. coming from my background, if he showed so much as a shred of stink-bug style he went to bed without supper. hence, he rips with a grace and low driving skate/surf-style natural beauty on the board that almost reminds me a tom inouye. but not in the pic above !! in between trips sat eve, as i am trying to sleep, he comes in sporting my old purple pants he dugoutta some closet, and grooving on how he is gonna break them out. the pants - straight outta the 80's as ya can see, are older than he is by a good number of years.
well and good. but then today he proceeds to rock them out with fully first-gen era-appropriate terry kidwell style tweaks, besides. i love that kid.
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