Hot shit
Just like you'd expect, Arizona temps were high. After getting our desert-survival supplies (hats, sunscreen, gallons of water) we headed to our first spot right after lunch—kinda early by skaters' standards, but Ronnie was there already. High-five, Ronnie.
Diamond Dave gets crazy from the heat after our evening Goodyear session. Watch out for the bikes.
Hot eats, cool treats. Chase and Swift take the AC plunge.
Saw this superhero everywhere there was gritty coping. He called himself the Lacquer Attacker or something.
