all right we aren't due to launch from VT to the west coast for two weeks, but really this update couldn't wait. i can hardly believe this happened, but here's the readers digest version:

last night i roll-up on the RV as we had it parked at the office, no insurance, no tags, no nothing, completely rallied the beast from CT under the cover of darkness. i noticed the door is open and was all like 'that's weird', i get closer and there's a fat kid inside in hysterics, snots running down his face, can barely breath

and the rv is frickin destroyed! radio ripped out, curtains thrashed, sun roof pulled out, on-and-on so i'm freakin' out and i'm like who the hell did this? and why the hell are you even in here? he's all 'my friend threw my shoe in here, i didn't do anything'! i look down and sure enough the shoeless wonder has one friggin clog on, you know the one kids are wearing these days, all plastic and cheese as hell?!
so now i'm pissed about the rv getting thrashed and the fact that the kid's wearing one of those super lame-ass clog thingy's. we look around and can't find the clog so i ask who's your friend? and he's all it's 'joey (name changed)' joey, dammit, i had literally helped joey with a snowboarding report at my kids school two months ago, came in to talk to his class about the fancy underwear we are making (lots of laughs and giggles from the 1st and 2nd graders) yeah, i didn't mention these kids are in 2nd-frickin-grade. man, unbelievable. so anyway, i see joey in our local P&C parking lot looking over all nervous so i yell at him to get over here now and he's all 'i didn't do anything' he's scared as hell and it hasn't registered i'm the guy who helped him on his report and i tell 'em 'joey, i'm the guy who helped you with your report', he looks up, the light bulb goes off, now he starts wailing, 'i didn't know it was yours, please don't get me in trouble'. yeah right. in the car boys, time to see the parents.

first stop, fat-kids house. we head off towards the school and he tells me to take a right on to the road next to the school and head straight back. great, i'm thinking to myself, the only thing at the end of this road is trailer parks, some guy who's six beers into the evening wearing a wife-beater's going to come out and shack the hell out of me for sport. at the last minute the kid tells me to take a right (the last right i might add). and we stop in front of a multi-plex and go to talk to his mom. mom turned out to be pretty chill, offering to help in anyway, but the thing is in the middle of talking to this kids mom, he walks by me heads to the fridge and pops a soda like the ordeals over. i'm thinking this kid has no idea how pissed off his mom is, i can see it in her eyes. i tell her i'll give her a call in a couple days once we figured out what happened.

second stop, joey's house. now you have to realize joey isn't from this country so as we are driving over to his house i ask him if his dad speaks english and as expected the answer is no. so, we roll up to his house and go inside. his dad's on the spooge stained couch smoking a butt. i explain what happened and he speaks to his son in the native tongue, the kid meekly replies that he went in the RV. now i've pissed of my dad enough to know when i'm gonna get it and let me tell ya, if i wasn't standing there i'm confident that kid would have taken a good beatin' which of course i don't want to happen. anyway, we go back to the rv, i show his dad the damage and the guy just isn't saying a word. so we drive back to his house and i tell him i'll call him tomorrow once we figured out what happened. anyway, long story short, most of the stuff was superficial, she still runs and we got her all legal today.

the one question that remained was how the hell did the kids get in, cause we know it was locked. turns out the fat kid was more than happy to sell-out joey and gave us the play-by-play. joey, climbs up ladder to roof, rips off sunroof and drops in. the opening of the sun roof is about 10" X 10" with a metal bar across it, so the fact the kid dropped in was pretty impressive. we think the fat kid tried to drop-in, got stuck lost his f-ing clog, extracated himself and climbed down the ladder. while fatty was climbing down, joey gets his freak on inside with all the doors still locked, fatty starts freaking out about his damn clog when joey busts out and throws it on the roof. fatty thinks he threw it inside the rv and charges in to look for it and that's when i roll up.

we're still in shock that a kid in second (really should be in third it turns out) grade would be doing that type of stuff, but it happened, and the sight of the fat kid crying with snots running down his face in hysterics over his clog has provided many laughs for the office all day.

we'll keep you posted on our whereabouts via snowboard-mag.com and our myspace profile.

all right shred on,

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