'ATCproductions'

The sound of my dog barking like some crazed idiot signalled my lift had arrived. After we crammed the rest of my stuff in Nelly’s Citreon Picasso, we set off for Brighton. After discussion of choosing the best way to go, we realised that it didn’t matter which road we were driving on as the Picasso had a love for the middle of the road, rather than the lane it was in. Tuai forced me to drink some beers on the way, after which he had a massive whitey and passed out in the back of the car (see video). The traffic was pretty intense, people that deserved to be beeped got beeped, pretty much everyone else did too.

Eventually we arrived at Brighton after some sort of epic journey. We met up with a couple people, had a look at the big blue ramp then headed off to our Nazi Concentration Camp aka Caravan Club Campsite. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such anally minded people in my life, they were proper strict and I think they just wanted us to be as far away from the rest of the campsite as possible. Not surprising really given Tuai was with us. After we (I) set up the tent (which was a right bitch), (ballshit pume, a midget with no legs or arms would have been more help than you). we headed down to the 24 Asda, finding a sweet wallride on the way.  An early night was had by all on that fine Thursday evening, after Tom displaying his culinary expertise, cooking a gammon steak in beer with spring onions and mushrooms. Tuai’s tortellini pasta tasted like crusty flaps so he proceeded to throw it at Tom.

We awoke in the morning, and headed down to the ramp, kindly driven by Josh’s dad Jeff (with a J, not a G). We had a look around the event, there was plenty going on, with young pups all around the place displaying their skills in fighting, rollerblading, army, cat roasting etc etc. The ramp was quite sweet, fairly mellow all round but it was lush. Most people were loving it, the bikers were being twats and snaking everyone at every chance they got, the bladers laid down some pretty epic spins flips blah blah, Tom did a tap indy backflip. There was “qualifiers” for the “ATBA International Freestyle Jam”, where there was only one international rider (Marco from Switzerland), unless you count Tuai. I can’t remember what went down, probably was nothing great. We went to bed super early, and got like 13 hours sleep which was immense. Everyone else partied it up like a bunch of loonies, apparently they had a lovely time.

Momma Shiz made us some coffee the next morning which was sweet, then we headed to the ramp to find we weren’t on until the evening. We had a swim in the sea, other than that we generally got bored all day until 6ish when the comp started.

Abbo and Rhys were splendid on the Mic, fair play, they russled the crowd into some sort of collective frenzy. Most people were there to see Tuai because he is so goddamned fit. The riding was fun, some of the things that went down were cork 7 train, a bs cork 5 train followed  by a fs cork 5 from Josh, Gary was flipping every which way with his usual gnar fest, Shiz landed a bs 5, Tuai was just generally fit all round really.

That night there was some sort of party, there was a massive dance pit where I gotta say that the salmon won hands down best move of the night.

We wanted to leave fairly early, so we got some food from Asda (where we had to wait half an hour before we could even buy anything) then got our stuff from the ramp. Carrying those deck chairs was a right bitch. We were glad to leave the campsite. The drive back involved more beeping, eating, and general nuisance on the road. A load more stuff did happen but right now I’m just doing this to put it up on the site because Tom is moaning. Maybe I’ll add to it later.

Thanks to the lovely people at the event, shame the security guards were a bunch of wankers.

Pume  x x x

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