THE COUNTRY BUMPKIN FROM OKLAHOMA
Aug 10th, 2021.
The first day of our cross country road trip was behind us and AJ was officially on his way to California. After weaseling past some shady characters in the motel lobby, we got outside and were immediately hit with a wall of humidity. We packed up Aj's car with all our gear and hit the road. The plan was to make it as far as Tulsa, OK. A few gas station pit stops for snacks and fuel later, we were almost there. We had heard rumors of a place about 30 minutes outside of Tulsa with a field full of abandoned full pipes. With a successful 400 miles clocked on the odometer that day, we decided to track it down. The road came to an abrupt stop as it directed you to take a left. The original road had been blocked off with jersey barriers that read "No Trespassing" in purple spray paint. This must be the place. We made it with a half hour to spare before the sun set. To any normal person, seeing the array of scattered car parts, empty paint cans, and syringes on the ground would be a red flag... but to us, that meant we'd likely be able to skate without any local authority to tell us not to. The road stretched a quarter mile long with full pipes in every configuration for gaps between them that you could imagine. We got to skate for about 15 minutes before we heard someone approaching from the field behind. Coming in hot was a farmer on his John Deere Gator... with a shotgun on the passenger seat.
He yelled out with his thick southern accent:
