Everyting Can Kickfleep

I suppose we owed them this much. After all that Z-Boys stuff, the crouching and leaning and getting radical while waiting for the next morning's break. Fair is fair.

But this, below, let's reflect a second. Who exactly is in charge over there at BMX or whatever's headquarters? Who to contact re: some nature of royalty or hush-money? Who to apologize for all the dented copings and awkward backward ride-outs?

And so we suppose that's that. Someone get on the horn to Union Pacific. Time to kickflip a train, son.