On over to Runaway Bay after Browns Plains, and the bike crew turned into a pack of razor kids flying around everywhere. Dinner time finally hit, allowing Trujillo and Chet to a piece of the park.
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Comments (9)
60 degreezzz in chicago today!! i will push mongo through the puddles.
Posted by manatee | January 7, 2008 11:20 AM
Damn! Chet put a hurtin' on that shit.
Posted by For Rizzle | January 7, 2008 11:31 AM
Damn! that razor scooter kid killed that shit. Those dirtbag skateboarders were stoked after seeing that 360 transfer. seriously.
If I saw Jake talking to my kid, I would think that he was trying to sell him some drugs.
Posted by smell this | January 7, 2008 11:34 AM
oh god that was like the sickest thing ever. i cant believe i got to see phelpers on a razor scooter that just made my day.
Posted by phelps looks like a wigga | January 7, 2008 11:53 AM
Phelps on a razor. classic. lets see some more footage of him skating.
Posted by skadouchebag | January 7, 2008 12:55 PM
Two weeks of Chet's old-man mini-ramp tricks. Thanks?
Posted by stringer bell | January 7, 2008 4:10 PM
I rode my son's razor today. You rode something today, but it's naughty, and I won't say what.
Posted by Lord Jackington III | January 7, 2008 4:30 PM
tiny coping dancer, you stole my heart...give it back...
Posted by stakedoarber | January 7, 2008 6:22 PM
Word to that guy in Chi town, I have love for anybody who knows what its like to skate in a coat and gloves.It was in the high 50s in NJ today so I called work told them I was gonna be late, havin car trouble, then hit the park. Its gonna be nicer tomorrow. that dam car I don’t know if its gonna be able to make it to work at all.
i used to hate on the razor kids but who the fuck am I to say shit. At a certain point your feet don’t fit on them things anyway so they have an age limit and at least they don’t chip up the crete like the bikers or worse yet wax everything like the fruit booters
Posted by Richard Gozinya | January 7, 2008 6:39 PM