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More Chance

Here's a little edit with Chance Garrison riding (puts in work for Sunday Bikes & Albe's) at an indoor park (Skate Zoo) in Kalamazoo, Michigan on a rainy summer day.

More and more dudes are finally getting well deserved attention coming out of the Mitten. It's good to see.

Wasn't a planned edit, per se, but he lays down moves like a boss. So, enjoy.



P.S. Dear Sunday/Full Factory,

If you have any extra Model C's just laying around, and you feel the urgent need to send one to the Philippines for me to show off here, I would be more than willing to send you my address via e-mail. Just throwin' it out there.

Like a Light

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See you on the other side of International Dateline, y'all. I'm out. - RV

I Can't Reach (Grand Rapids)

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Custer, SD

Badlands, SD

 

Stems. And Tourists. And Junk.

 I don't usually wander around during Tulip Time (or, like this year, "Stem Fest"). As someone that grew up in Holland, was part of the parade through St. Francis de Sales for years, and as someone that generally doesn't go for things with large groups of people--I've been pretty burned out on the whole idea since, probably, the end of middle school.

I love junk food, however. I'm Midwesterner through and through.

Handyman

When I was still little, my father would carry me around on his shoulders every time we went to the grocery store. I was always happy, sitting above everyone else--up high, chewing gum, and happy.

He would ask me, "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.

I was that kind of little.

One day at the grocery store, he asked me "Are you still chewing your gum?"

"No," I replied.