Liz started feeling the pain early on.

Poor attempt at a group photo, ultimately abandoned.

Had to swing by Antwuan's for his toiletries.

Now we can start this thing.

He wanted a group photo at the homestead. He's sentimental like that.

Quick jaunt up the grapevine.

Bakersfield's Big City Skatepark.

Trick alleys formed promptly, but it was kinda dark to shoot action.

One new trend in teen-dom I noticed this time out - lots of shirts with the F word on them.

The giant ear hole trend continues unabated. Everywhere we went kids had crap stuck in there.

While the rest skated, Antwuan worked the perimeter in more of a hands-on marketing capacity.

A crowd followed him wherever he went.

Hah-hah-hah-hah-harrgghhh!

The baked part.


Rick, the owner, in his custom hot-rod.

Rad.

Several kids made the team homemade T-shirts, including these honorary Shake Junters from Lake Elsinore.

They drove 12 hours just to kick it. Real cool.

Now all he needs is a helmet for his lungs.

Jim signs a fingerboard.


It was a nice start.