I was in NY this week. On Tuesday afternoon after hanging at Paragon in the city. Ran into Lucky who built my cabin along with Pary Marty who had just stayed in Seattle the week before. Small world.
Then we were walking thru Union Square in NYC and came to an intersection. Crossed thru it, turned and looked at a long haired dude on a girls 3 speed. Lock eyes and out of my mouth come the words "Muska?" He nods and smiles that some 40+ dude with a gray beard just fanned out on him and rides off into oblivion. I WAS kinda stoked.
Next we roll outta NYC to go to Suburban Blend up North.
Way the fuck up north too. We drove from 6PM till 11, pulled over got a beer and put our head down for the night. Up at 8, on the road by 8:30AM and we were in Jamestown NY by noon thirty.
Off another 2 hours to Rochester to see the Ski Company. It's called Ski Company too for a reason, look at all these harpoons on the wall. Jesus.
Then over to see the Outlaw boys at the dudes new house to drop off some binders. Mike tells Mr. Broadwell, "dude you got to come in for a beer. I got a bar upstairs." 4 beers on tap, dart board, seating, ice machine, booze, and tv playing hockey were all up in the man cave on the 3rd floor of this place.
5 bappa's later were on the road heading back to NYC for me to catch a 7AM flight outta there back to WA. We get to the city at 3AM, I get dropped off at the Best Western and order up a wake up call at 6:15AM. On the shuttle at 6:30 and sitting on the tarmac of Newark Airport at 7:30. A mellow delay of 2 hours before the 5 and a half hour flight home. Arrive in Seattle pissed cause I'm two hours behind schedule and Stevens Pass opened that day with some 50" inches. Got a solid 2 hours of sleep in me, say fuck it and start rolling to the hill. Meet the wife and kids on the side of the highway, and throw them in for good measure. On the first chair at 3P.M. and get 5 pretty eppy runs on opening day.
Check, claim another one.
"Dude it's the fucking Space Needle in France, big deal." Still pretty cool
Somolian dudes everywhere trying to sell you statues. Much like Mexico. Same but different.
On the way to world famous Willies Wine bar we got rear ended. Sitting in the cab and BAMM some broad drills us with her old ass mini Cooper. Whiplash.
But $500 Euro worth of wine and food took the kink out of my neck. Thanks for picking up the tab, Emmett.
And then there's our buddy Toshi. He didn't quite make it to his room opening night. Hall ways are pretty comfy sleep spots. But dude was up and at em ready for the meetings at 8A.M.
Fly with owls at night, soar with the eagles in the morning.
