Today Aaron, Greg, and myself packed up to drive to Ocala to ride some trails. We hit the road with a tag along car behind that contained four bikes, a guy from connecticut, a guy from massachusets, a guy from vegas, and a guy from fuckin sweden. Funny how people from such far places can come together purely by conicidancial events like riding bmx. Anyhow, the drive took a whopping three hours but the trails were good and fun was had. Yep, we fucked shit up. Santos now has a plastic peg sitting in the bushes somewhere, a huge nose case mark in the side of a burm, and a big forehead mark in front of the wall ride. Go us! We scouted this new squat house. It was really rad. A house sat on the side of the road not too far from the trails that had obviously burned down most of the way. It was sad to see the place inside and out, knowing that a family had everything they owned inside when it burned. Although it had burned down a long time before we were there i still felt like something that was just a pit stop in our day was someones entire life. Things happen though, it was Ocala.... could have been a meth house.
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