Those gutter motherfuckers in Richmond did it again: bikes, bands, and more kids on whips than you know what to do with. First weekend in April, cutthroat crew is killing you with fun.
I slept on it last year, both my younger brothers jumping around, boxing, boozing, giggling and bruising it up had me think twice. Again, this year I stayed in Los Angeles, didn’t fly out, and a week after later’d my whip.
next year.
next year in richmond.
