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We are proud to have AMall sponsor our latest installment of the Straight Jacket Tour.  Many thanks go out to Justin and Co. for shredding hard and putting in work for the blade scene.  Go check out their deals HERE after the read.  Peace love.

Today was another interesting day.  We had fallen asleep at 7am the night before after shredding hard in San Antonio.  A few hours later we were up and ready to go however we got iced out by rain.  Cruised over to Wal-Mart and bullshit around until the rain cleared up.  Again we were fortunate enough to get to skate in a 3 mile radius and hammer out a good deal of clips.  Weird happening of the night happened at a gas station adjacent to one of the spots Colin was shredding.  As the story goes the fellas headed into the gas station to buy beer and the lady was already weary of this motley crew of blade boys so she followed them around and started questioning their ages and intentions.  Eventually she broke down and called the police and filed the false report that 16 year-oldkids were trying to buy beer with fake ID’s, were throwing chips, and breaking signs.  She was on a good one basically.  5 squad cars showed up and they were all detained for 20 minutes while Colin laced his AO makio.

Back in the van in pursuit of beer and bam, pull into a 7-11 full of Texas State Troopers.  Rocking out hard to Led Zep we let the doors swing open on Betty White (the van) and proceeded to go buy a bunch of booze amid stares of amazement.  Wildest thing is we haven’t been profiled the entire time we’ve been in Austin.  We have consistently been able to light up spots until 4am and the police refuse to show up.

After the run-ins with the police we made our way to a nice little bridge spot where we encountered the local ‘condo’ owner.  This poor homeless man was missing the lower right half of his leg and kept referring to his home under the bridge as a condo.  Good guy.  I will ask Billy tomorrow about the three things he kept repeating.  Tricks were laced and after all was said and done I was driving back to Round Rock with a van full of sweaty, tired, drunk, satisfied, and accomplished rollerbladers talking and dreaming of cleaning up the industry.  Watch out suckas, the brooms are coming.

Also be sure to check out the wild reports that Sean gave up a paycheck to skate for free based on a photo in this blog over at Rollernews.  hahahaha.  Silly goons.