The Day of Lucifer

The heavy metal gods have once again smiled upon the peeps of old spokes home. 666 celebration consisted of 30 keystone lights and some botched tailwhips off of the old spokes curb, under the supreme supervision of Scorch Master Flex and the Quid Beans.

Although Grahm-Tron failed in his attemps at a 360 tire tap barspin, he did land a bunnyhop 360 off of the wedge into traffic, which stopped and admired his extreme skillz with angry shouts and blaring horns. He then manualed their faces off.

A successful mission.

My eyes still hurt from all the lemons that were sqeezed into them last night.

Feast on adrenaline.

Buck