Film/Text: The Viewing
We’re here to ask for forgiveness, not permission as the van blows by no trespassing signs with no remorse. When we rolled into the cornfields once known as Steel City Raceway, we could hear the sound of Mad Mike’s two stroke echo through the valley. After six days of rain, we scouted for ground we could contaminate with two wheels next. The old slag mines took the win.
I love every single thing about this. So damn sick. Epic job as always boys.
NEVER A DOLE MOMENT WITH THE VIEWING THE WORLD NEEDS MORE SMOKERS