jackassworld

Following our live night out in San Luis Obispo (the feed of which did not include a random hairdressing moment between Preston Lacy, Ehren McGhehey, and Chris Pontius in the wee hours of the morning), everyone was a bit slow off the mark to rally in the parking lot for a breakfast run—everyone being Dave England, that is. After a good 45 minutes of everyone standing around in the parking lot—everyone not including Dave, that is—we finally loaded up the vans and sent one in the direction of Montaña de Oro to do some inflatable prep work, while the other pulled out of the hotel and literally drove 50-fucking-feet across the street to park at a breakfast spot. (I don’t know, for whatever reason this struck me as funny at the time.) Anyway, after a mass ingestion of the Butter Barn’s cholesterol bomb, we headed out to the coastal cliffs to join professional workhorses JxP Blackmon, Scott Manning, and Mike Kassak. Most everyone enjoyed the very scenic overlook of the Pacific Ocean (the majestic beauty of which prompted Dave to shit his ass out, while Preston simultaneously unloaded his biscuits and poached egg in a remarkably unrelated bodily incident a few bluffs over), but not so much the sight of a fully-inflated, Zorb-like, clear vinyl ball wedged into the ice plants atop a sizable sand dune. The only one who didn’t shy away from the idea of seemingly whimsical roll down the dune and onto the beach below was Chris Pontius (if only because he’d done something very similar in Russia on Wildboyz). But, as we soon found out, no two rolls are apparently the same; in fact, this one was a lot more like a “car crash,” in Chris’s own descriptive words. At least it was one he could still walk away from, though, because the futuristic jellyfish of an orb was not so fortunate. It was pronounced dead on arrival.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Los Osos, CA; 2008)