Some of the crew was in SF while I was staying in Nor Cal and I had a free day to meet up and chill. I got in the city and to the hotel a little after 11pm and shared a bed with someone I didn’t know and had to wait until the morning to meet because they were already asleep. Not your average introduction but so goes the road.
Words and photos from Jeremie Infelise.
I was able to hack into the Wolf matrix which slowed down time guiding me to the perfect moment to fire my shutter at the peak of his T-Bog master technique.
Above left: Bracci was head honcho of the montly crew and introduced me to Trader Joe’s cookie butter. Thank you Chris xoxo
Above right: Unfortunately Alex got injured a day or two before but wasn’t shy to crutch around any scenic stops.
Above left: Clutch street spot treasure.
Above right: Perspective changes definitions most people stop at fences.
Above left: Trent lays down a maiden peg voyage to test the waters of the rails grind acceptance.
Above right: Never dry.
The only other time I have visited this rail was roughly 4 years ago with Chris in company. He finessed down it then and now.
Above left: Trent nollie warm up.
Above right: Wolf has a wise methodic approach to his riding resulting in something very articulate and calculated leaving every detail polished.
Above right: The dude is committed thats all I really have.
Above left: Golden pee.
Above right: After a full day we landed back at the hotel around 10:30pm I still have a decent drive back so I say my good bye’s and hit the road. Grateful for the short time I had to spend time with old friends and meet now ones in one of my favorite cities.
Trent McDaniel, A bomb at a bunker seems fitting.