Busy Being Bluesy

   Last weekend we took our tanks on a ferry out to San Francisco for the annual Bluegrass Festival. Luckily, we brought along 2 disposable cameras to capture what we hope becomes traditional madness amongst our family of homies.

Taylor, more than likely trying to prove a point.

    Having just got off the ferry, we had a warm up session on this sick little wall we found on Market street. Not much of a spot but we found ourselves trying to make it one while the pissed off nine to fivers found themselves trying to make sense of it all.

Arthur downed this 9 a.m. noseblunt pull in like hot cup of joe.

   After making it out of downtown, we strolled into the quaint neighborhood in which we had our hotel booked. Fortunately, no one had any idea how to get to Golden Gate Park so we continued to dork around, waiting for further instruction.

Checking in.

Maxwell finessed the fifty.

On these type of adventures, sketchy drop ins take very little talking into.

Zero Grav Team Manager Tyler Shclatt

Bayani-Man getting into the groove of things.

   The following photos pretty much sum up what happened once we made it to our destination. Sure, plenty of things went undocumented like the nasty dirty girls asking and receiving gargles our whiskey, the epic neck snapping backflip session, and the pissed off Jack Sparrow sighting. Yes, 2012's Bluegrass Festival kicked our asses and only made us want more. Until next year! -Sincerely, Vallejo Skateboarding.

An absolute success.

Phone art discussion? More than likely.

Mr. Booshay don't sleep with a stanky tongue.

Checking out.