As I pulled into the Los Feliz section of Los Angeles after a 16-hour drive from Texas, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness, depression, and regret. The past two weeks had seen many highs and some lows of the sort that no one should have to experience. Those involved may come out better off by living through it, or it may have proven to be the breaking point; only time will tell. A trip of firsts on many levels for everyone in the van, this journey across 4000 plus miles of America was about showing folks the art of skating by getting the makers of this art out on the road. The lands between L.A., Kansas City, and Austin were as unknown to me as the surface of the moon. Driving these great expanses had been interesting to say the least. The poor fools in the van didn’t know until after Vegas that I’d just learned to drive a little over two years ago and had never driven any sort of van before. Like I said, this was a trip of firsts.
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