Photos & story by: Brooks Fritz

I used to love flying. I’ve always been fascinated with it. Still to this day I trip out that we can herd people like cattle into metal tubes with wings and wheels and fly anywhere on this earth. The airplane is amazing thing. Too bad the beginning of my excitement for flying all ended when I had to fly from New York to Portland, Oregon. Here is part 3 of my East Coast to West Coast trip.

I was stressing on getting to the airport on time in the first place since I was already lagging getting back to NYC from Philly and then when I did get to the airport the first thing I saw was how long the line was to get your boarding pass/check in…… Those Arabian people sure get hassled.

When I finally got to the front of the line the Jet Blue ticket doosh bag was trying to tell me I was going to have to check my tripods and skateboard in since they were weapons. Yeah weapons. This was pretty much the first time I really had any problems and I explained that to him. He said good luck getting through security and when they turn you around you are going to have to go to the end of the line where it just took me over an hour to get through. I took the risk and for once the people at the security check point didn’t take me into secondary to harass me about the quantum battery pack.

With that all said in done I barely had enough time for one quick drink and the plane was boarding. When I got on the plane and disassembled by bag so it would fit into the overhead I looked out the window and saw a shit load of airplanes. Way more then usual. Picture it backed up like freeway traffic.

What happened next was just beyond retarded.

On both sides of the plane as far as you could see there were planes in a row waiting to take off. I was so over it I didn’t even get my camera out. The pilot said we would be taking off shortly. No drinks or food were handed out and six hours later the plane took off. Jet Blue rules.

Like I was saying in part one about saving your time & money with direct flights; here is a perfect example why to besides spending all your money at the bar. So the plane was 6 hours behind schedule. That means my connecting flight in Georgia was fucked too. By the time we landed in Georgia my flight was long gone and there were no more connecting flights for that day. It looked like I would be getting comped a room at a local hotel by the airport or something right? Nope. Sorry. I Don’t even want to try and explain.

The next day I got the hell out of Georgia and made it to Portland finally. Friends Ryan and Luke picked me up at the airport and forty five minutes later I was listening to Sleazy Steve talk about some crazy ass shit while shooting these photos of Drew Potter trying to do this 50/50

and Peter Gunn Slamming….

and Peter getting back up for the make that I managed to fucked up.

That night we stayed in Portland at our friend Jamie’s house where there is a bar 1 door down. In the morning I had to piss so I went outside to pee in the alley. Some how the door shut all the way and I was locked out. So there I was in just my boxers yelling upstairs for someone to open the door. No one could hear me so I had to walk down the street and find Ryan’s car where I could at least curl up in the fetal position and lay in the front seat to wait for someone to wake up. Later that day we drove out to the Coast and met up with my friend Alex wells. Here’s his dog SA.

This shit was pretty crazy.

The only kind of fly out allowed: Kyle Gallagher with a roll in off the back of the cradle to disaster to roll in at the downstairs of Lincoln City.

It’s a long way down from the top.

Angle two of Ryan Williams back smith grind.

Flashes in photos are making a come back.

We stayed on the Coast for a few days skating Lincoln City and the few surrounding parks in the area. Then we made our way north. This photo reminds me of the movie The Goonies

Speaking of the movie The Goonies. The town Astoria is where they filmed most of it. The helmet law is strict here. Kyle takes a quick run with a grind in the deep. Think it’s 11 with 2 ft of vert?

Mandatory lame nature photo

Captain Booh Jah with a almost pad-less front side air in the big boy zone of the Astoria Dreamland park.

After a quick session in Astoria since we only had one helmet between the four of us we drove to a place a little more adult skateboard friendly. Bainbridge Island.

Here’s Luke Girling with the best move in the history of skateboarding. The frontside grind.

I laugh now because I consider these people my friends.

We first thought they were Canadians and after hanging out with Ryan a little too much I started not liking Canadians for no reason. Well at least I have no reason. I’m still not sure why Ryan dislikes them so much. Maybe because he lives so close to them and they are notorious for the fly out? But what I was getting at is we were kind of avoiding these guys thinking they were Canadians. We seen them at a couple other parks but always when we would be leaving or vice verse. Here at Bainbridge was the first meeting and we we’re relieved they were Australians.

Here’s Dorfus with a first run frontside air from shallow to deep.

Definately not from Canada. Not even sure if he’s from this planet. Skateboarder of the millenium Dorfus with a hefty smith grind…

and a lien to tail

Luke wishes you a good weekend…. See you next week.

Dorfus and a few of his mates ( I can say that since they are Australian ) flew over from their island and bought this car in Canada for 300 bucks. With no insurance, licenses or anything they proceeded to drive this car from Canada to Mexico with no hassles. The only problem they had was the Cunt Smasher would take random “naps” when ever it felt like it. These naps would last around 10 minutes or so, so they would just have to pull over and wait for it to wake up. The Aussie’s didn’t seem to mind, it was a good excuse to stretch the legs and have a cold one… Well Dorfus and his crew drove the Cunt Smasher to Oside and wanted to skate some back yard holes. Luckily Wu Weller was in town at the same time and that’s always a good thing because he gets people motivated and people in Oceanside need serious motivation. Something about the couches here, no one can get off of them. But that’s another story for another day.

Back to the story at hand. Jamie hyped up taking the Cunt Smashers up to the fire pools and with a little mota vation or a lot ( how ever you want to look at it) we were on our way. An hour into the drive on the 215 freeway the car felt like taking a nap. Mostly not a big deal but the city was doing construction on the freeway and there was no emergency lane for the car to nap in. So what do they do? Just parked it in the slow lane…..Not on the shoulder, not in the dirt, but directly in the slow lane. Shit was hectic. Car’s flying by inches away from us, how we didn’t get hit or hassled I will never know. But sure enough 10 minutes and one cold one later we we’re back on the road and on our way to do some extreme soul bowl shred the gnar pool rip riding. Shaka gnar!

Here’s some photo’s from that day….

Prince Forskin left the Dickville fortress long enough to show the Mates how to slash grind…..

“Hey girl! Spread your legs and let me take a picture!” Not really but you get the picture. Ha ha get it? Get the picture. derrrrrrrrrrrrrf. I should be a comedian.

Sketchy Goat Keller.

The artist formally known as Davey Rockit.

Luke Girling: slashes for life…

. “Can everyone move off the stairs? It’s stair time!”

Dorfus didn’t even try to carve over them. First try frontside grind over the shallows.

Boneless in a back yarder? Why not?

After the hilltop kidney we went down the street to this other one. Scotty Keller f.s.g ( I’ve been told abbreviations are cool)

concrete jungle….. Oh shit what am I doing? that could be the new mag. Wu Weller first appearance in Concrete Jungle.

T.A.F.N.A.D.R with a concrete jungle f.s.g

Noah. Noah what? Noah who? I dunno. But this Poofda is cool as hell and rip rides….. f.s.g

Way before this crail slide went down in San Bernandino Dorfus grinded every single pool block at Orcas Island. Every single god damn last one of them. Even the little half block ones on the edges and shit. Why? Why not? He also got a bottle of whiskey for it. - THE END.

It happened a few years ago on Bainbridge Island when I first was introduced to Dorfus, the Cunt Smasher and the rest of the Aussie cunts. Me and my friends thought they were Canadians. The Cunt Smasher had Canadian plates. I specifically remember hearing my friend Ryan go ” fuck! here comes some Canadians” ….but with our luck Dorfus was no Canadian, but a savage one of a kind un describable human being, on and off the board. He’s pretty much the missing link. Well after that trip the Cunt smasher made it down to Oside where Dorfus continued his world domination of skateboarding ripping history making.

Dorfus frontside tailblocks a back yarder like its no big deal.