It is crazy for me to think that it was just two months ago that a bunch of would-be road-doggers assembled at the WME office in Boulder. I remember showing up, giddy, feeling like a kid coming back from summer vacation. I was anxious to see old friends and to meet the new crop of tour folk.

Meeting the three other crew members that you will be spending the next couple of months with – in hotel rooms, in trucks & minivans, in late-night diners – can be an interesting stroke of fate. I’ve been honored to form some lasting bonds with the crewmates of Crew 2: Danger Pier. As we wrap up our last three shows of the tour, we find ourselves tossing jokes and getting work done like brothers, all in the sake of bringing some winter action to the good folks of SoCal.

Newport Beach has represented true to form; Maserati owners rubbing elbows with surf/ski bums. You would think that wouldn’t fly in SoCal, yet the energy riding high amongst the crowded audience matches the electricity of the skiing action on screen. These fans are just as diehard as the dude who slept in his car just to nab your pow turns; they just drive way more expensive cars.

The stories of our shenanigans have been written, but you won’t finf them here. Gotta keep it PG folks. Of course, as with any and all road crews, sussing out stories is a slippery slope amongst the partiers of the trip. So let it suffice to agree that there were legends born during this journey, and not a lip will crack to tell. I will have you this…be on the watchout for a Crew 2 reunion; here’s to the Hamm’s, the Kokanee, the 40s and the g&t, wasted memories are just that…wasted memories.

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