NO MAKE IN MACON
A busted shoulder, sliced ear, bloody palms—and not rolling away!
I went down hard trying to not go soft. I hate to leave business
unattended, but I was not coming back for that one. Macon did me
dirty. They boys reluctantly convinced me to light a mortar off in
the parking lot, which raised my spirits a bit. We continued to blow
shit up—stoking the fire—and then it was time to pile back into the
van and roll out. With Four Lokos and Smirnoff Ices in hand (none
for the driver, duh), we hit the road. Flashing lights soon flooded the
vehicle. We had a quick run in with a highway patrolman who pulled
us over for speeding, but he let us go. Must be an Indy fan. God
bless him.
- You had a double cheeseburger, fries, hush puppies
and two beers after the Macon, GA, demo - Jamie says it’s a shitty rail
- You’re going soft and the Macon
ground is hard - You have to wrap up your shin so
you don’t bleed through your pants
(always a bad sign) - You can’t afford any more
medical supplies for your hand
DUCKY’S TOP-FIVE R E ASONS
TO NOT SK ATE A HANDR AIL
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