BLISTERING SUMMER?

living in slo always has its ups and downs.  one of the downs of coarse is the heat wave every fall.  so.......what do you do when its up to 100 and too hot for any type of physical activity?  grab a couple packs and let BREW SWETTIN' begin.

SLOmeward Bound

The Brew Swet pack will be full again on the West Coast at 9:30 tonight. As for the dirty south... things will be held down by a few real ass dudes. They say the only thing constant is change, so lets switch it up again, good times will surely follow. To all the hombres out here, you will be missed. To my boys back in SLO, hope you're ready to party!

...The Last Tastes of Summer

Mondays are the start of the week, and for most people they generally a drag. The exact opposite has been true for me, well it does start the week obviously, but here in Georgia... Matt, Geronimo and I, genuinely look forward to Mondays.

This particular Monday, Labor Day, was the beginning of the end for me here in Georgia, so we decided to do what we've done best all summer, pack the car up and go. Geronimo called me around 5 o'clock, for what, I don't exactly know haha, because we weren't leaving 'til 7. So i slept for a little while longer, and an hour behind schedule, at 8 o'clock, we took off for Chatanooga, Tennessee.

Chatanooga is loaded with spots, and they we're extremely easy to find. Just drive around and find

one ledge spot, talk to a local drunken bicycle rider who will tell you to do a willy grind on the white marble ledge and then tell you about how you don't skate like "they used to", and poof you're there.

We just kept doing the same thing, skating around and coming across weird wedge bank things and stair sets and more banks...

As we we're driving by, we spotted a long brick bank. At first glace it looked like a bust of an idea, but as we scoped it out, it turned out to be the contrary. I hopped over a few times and came away with an ollie as a souvenir.

We skated across the street to a closed library and skated there for a little while. I was going to try and ollie over this fountain gap but pussed out for sake of a dry board. Matt even got in the water for me to save my board from danger. Still, I opted out. Its cool though, he just borrowed a towel from a bum's stash and cleaned himself right up. After that appetizing display he popped a few half cabs up the three stair we we're messing around on. I had been watching through the reflection in the window, it looked rad, so I snapped a photo. After, it was on to Sweeny's for some good 'ol Tennesee BBQ. We ate some pulled pork and grubbed on some fried pickles... good shit.

At Sweeny's we ended up eating our meal right in front of a painting with the first spot we skated on it. I found it ironic, so I figured I'd shoot a photo for memory's sake. Its the little wallride near the guard rail.

From there we hopped back in the car to go to Nashville, but only after we stopped at the national tow truck and rescue museum. Epic. We headed out to Nashville, and skated around for a little while. The spots were all quick busts except for yet another bank spot. While we

skated the spot, some guys drove throwing up the shaka and we asked them where the spots were. He pointed us in the direction we had just been cast out of, so we asked about the skatepark. I didn't take any pictures personally but you can check the park out at www.concretedisciples.com. They said helmets would be necessary, but no one had them on when we got there, despite a park officer being curbside nearby.

To close our epic night, we headed back to downtown Nashville for some brews and live music. As our head was filled with country music, we checked out the babes, drank and listened. I ordered a Yazoo, Dos Perros, a beer brewed in Nashville, that turned out to be pretty damn good. We finished up there and packed in for the 4 hours home. Rolling in around 2, I looked back on the summer passed, its been real and I've walked and skated in more new places than I would ever have imagined. Thanks to the homies that shared that last hoorah with me. Matt, Geronimo, and Garrett, you guys are dope.

A Days Events

Its always nice when the day takes a turn for the worst, but winds up being better than expected. Being bailed on for the second time for the high museum (different girls), I figured it'd be wiser to invite someone more reliable... a homie. So me and Geronimo cruised it out to Atlanta to check out some seriously surreal work by Salvador Dali.

This photograph was a true work of art. Skull formed by some naked chicks. Genious.

This painting is bigger than you can imagine. Around 1o feet tall, it leaves you dwarfed and Dali even more so as he sleeps in the bottom center.

After getting our fill of a genious' dreamland, we skated a ledge over some dirt right across the street from the high at the Marta station. No photos or clips, but a grayed old black dude bitched at us for 20 minutes, after I politely asked him to move his car from in front of the ledge to any of the hundreds of feet of curb space without a ledge being skated in front of it. He, in turn, pulled a jack out of his trunk which he threatened to club me with, but after he realized he was dealing with brew swet, and I wasn't gonna put up with his old stubborn ass.... he quickly changed his prick-like attitude, apologized, and moved his car. Way to go asshole, thanks for wasting your breath and my time.

After that ordeal, some pizza in little 5 points, and a few pitchers at the Righteous Room, we headed next door to the Plaza for the Stay Gold premier. While the dedicated smoked cigarettes inside, and those a little balsier lit blunts, shouts and jeers could be heard all throughout the packed theater, along with the undertones of countless brews crack-a-lackin.

The night ended with a few choice spots: Bellsouth wallrides, Mellow Mushroom ledge, and 2 up 2 down. Like the saying goes, "Nothing gold can stay..."

FYI

The little guy aka TY has some more brew swettin' action from the "SLO Satuerdaze post" over at REMPTION.  he's got some cool shit goin on over there...............so instead of going on facebook, go lurk on his shit!

SLO SATURDAZE

just another slow day in SLO.  After waking with a severe case of whiskey brain, a cup of joe, and the keys to my lady's car I headed over to the park to meet up with the days crew. After a quick shred and a battle of the flip tricks we try to decide on the nowhere to go.......

As usual, its "whos got the spot?" and it was good ol Shamus' turn to pick.  We ended up at Bishops for a sec.  Tim has stepped up to the plate as the secondary filmer.  

 I think anyone in the BS crew knows its a difficult task when filming the filmer.  the devil gives this clip the ok.

after a little more deliberation we decided to leave SLO and head out to osos to search for new street terrain to skate.  Ended up passing a very depressing scene (osos park) only to see a sea of full padded lameness.  for a second i thought that all the monitors may have been fired, killed, or called in sick so we could get some concrete carnage.........................only in my wildest dreams.  so on to monarch grove for some ledge action.
 

Shamus under the sea.........looking not very metal.  off to a couple more spots in the overcast tweeker wasteland that is los osos to find nothing, then its back to SLO for intermission.  you know what that means.  More deliberation on spots, driving only to find a highway patrol party at destination 1, parked cars at destination 2, then finally i remember something with potential. and it pays off.

A nice tall ledge over a gap can never go wrong.  only shane left the VX1 at the house........luckily the 2 is on standby.  Justin got some both good and bad.

This wasnt the worst one but it looks bad.  This dude doesnt give up even if it means shoulder checkin the pavement.

and Justin leaves with a really sick feeble.  I aint no photographer but pretty pumped on the only skate shot of the day.  Then its off to the house for some much earned brews.

Washington DC

Its been a long-time coming... ever since I met Johnny, I've wanted to visit Virginia to check his old stompin' grounds. Last Sunday ideas became reality. Leaving at 11:30, Sunday night, the crew (Me, Geronimo, Matt Phillips, and Matt Pelsue) drove 11 hours through the night to our destination of Fairfax, Virginia. Shooting airsoft guns at everything we could, crackin jokes and talkin shit, we pulled up around noon Monday. Though our stay was short, Johnny and the DC homies made our trip one that will not soon be forgotten... Thanks brotha!

Forgive my nerding out on the monuments... but they were just too awesome not to post.

Lincolns Sinkin', literally.

Courthouse Steps...

This is Bill... Bill Kills.

Johnny Ransom has blown the fuck up... and mashes up pool coping like nobody's business... backside smitherines.

Thanks for the hospitality Johnny, you showed us a hell of a time.

More shots from Ol' Unkie Rob

the continuation of the "rob finally stopped by today" post a few days ago................I'm going to have to say when it comes to shredication, Justin shows the colors.  he had already gotten this hydrant kickflip a while back and thought to get a photo for the Swet, except this time around there wasnt a slew of Santa Maria's finest combing the streets for armed vatos tryin to jack fools.

 

As for this one..............I have no story other than Mr. Ben Cabreana is the fuckin man and we wish him the best on his journey to the Crossroads in San Clemente.  he's got the snap (which i can safely say that the footage does this more justice than the photo, look at that beanie capturing the goods).

 

CAYUCOS GETTIN CLOSER........

by the looks of it, the wait for a new home is well beyond just a thought.  judging by the looks of this pic, a  new love is soon to be found.   Ethan, Joel, and anyone who has helped with this project get a BREW SWET shred pack the first day!  cheers mates!

ROB FINALLY STOPPED BY TODAY.

after many days of waiting, the infamous Rob showed up to supply me with some shots from a couple weeks ago.  I initially was in the mix and ready to ride with the crew but suddenly had a bitch like period moment and stayed behind.  the homie as usual come home with some bangers at the "potato gap".

Justin comin through with a very proper tre-flip.

Shamus also killin it with the famous switch back heel.

there may be some pics from this day that didnt make it to the disc...........so stay posted.

Bad ideas and good times

You could call it church... every Monday, we round up the crew, get in the car and make our way to pay our respects to the skateboard. This time, as we were flyin down I-75 we figured we would help a semi represent.

Mid-freeway sticker slap.  The first try left the sticker flappin' in the wind... so we circled our prey and went in for the kill.

Two hours later we arrived in the heat of the day... Johnathan Hatcher Skatepark- Colombus, GA

If it were for the brews... we would surely have not made it back alive.

AN UPDATE ?!

super hyped to see homies out in the real world.  unfortunately for me im stuck workin for the man all day, so sightings are few and far between.  i spotted ben today shreddin solo at fletcher in santa on my way to lunch.  got me thinkin about the lack of posts lately (thanks rob), and after rummaging through some stuff austin gave me a minute ago,  i have some shit for your viewing pleasure (too bad i dont have any commentary for any these but fuck it.......its something).  as i shred one more pabst before bed, this goes out to all the brewswetters out there.  CHEERS TO THE FUCKIN WEEKEND.  hope to see some of you out and as always........shred a brew!

BEN SHREDS THE PROPER WAY.

saw this sign in the bathroom of an awesome drinkin' spot.

MONUMENTAL ON THE BREW-TUBE!!!!!!!

posted the FULL monumental video on the BREW-TUBE page.  check it.......then go get some!

POLE JAMMIN' TO THE OLDIES

if you never saw this..........your seein it now.  Keith's ad shot on an Ambission trip last year I want to say.  check out the quazi-homo-erotic Garett supporting the jam.  pretty rad if you ask me.  Thanks Dylan.

I FEEL A TRIP COMIN ON

saw this piece of awesomeness yesterday. a portable BBQ that resembles a beer keg. perfect for a park shreddin flame broilin trip if you ask me.

Battle of the Babies

Two eleventeen year olds got in an INSANELY GNARLY BRAWL yesterday... amounting to one hay-maker to the schnoz of a little shredder. The kid was supposedly defending his board from being hijacked by another pre-pubescent park lurk, but apparently his nose did all the blocking. The result... 5 Gwinnett County officers, tazers drawn, and a fire truck for good measure.

Fortunately, the 5-0 was so distraught, they didn't have time to notice a few brew swetters throwin' back some tall cans in the shadows!