The Greasers are back with their second episode. Push.ca doesn't necessarily endorse the use of Louisville Chuggers, but we'd still like our turn at bat. And good luck trying to tell Tone from Terry. Read on for a straight-grease description.
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From Todd Williamson:
"Holy twister sticks the Greasers really brought in the New Year with a bang. Tons of boardin', partying, GT'n, Louisvile Chuggers, and new best friends. Myself and Dwayne just got back from a quick send to Whitefish, MT and have never been so happy to be back. The cheap prices of booze down there are really not safe for any greaser. As we are avid Old Milwaukee drinkers, bucklin' up two 18 packs a night for $11.99 a piece will always help the pocket stay full and the night stay dizzy! We had a great New Years Eve in Koocanusa at a friend's ranch. In the middle of nowhere, things really started to buck. Drinks were crushed, bats were even swung by the elders in suit and ties, girls were making out, quads were towing idiots on GT's... and this was only the first night of our trip. We all knew getting into this that it was gonna be one heck of a send so we tried our best not to disappoint each other!
Day 2 started up with Dwayne and I waking up with severe headaches on a concrete floor in the basement of the ranch house (similar to a drunk tank without the lights). Managing to get ourselves together to look straight enough for the short hop accross the border was easier than expected. They clearly didn't know what the greasers were about to bring to the table. After arriving at our mountain side condo we immediately got back on the train to try to get rid of the past night's hangover, so we got on the mounatin for some night sending. Accompanied by Adam Laurin from our Fernie affiliates, "The Runs" (Fernie's number 2 band, no solid hits) the first board of 2010 went much as expected. Back at the condo we met up with the rest of the greasers showing up late and got into some quarter games and made our way down to the basement for a couple innings on the bat! Not realizing how obnoxious and loud we were being in the empty basement parking lot we were greeted by a friendly security guard who proceeded to tell us to shut 'er down, so we kept greasin! The second visit from security came within minutes so we decided to shut 'er down and head up to the room (except for adam who stayed down and made a couple new best friends with the guards!) A couple hours of shit talking took us to bed to get ready for the next day of shred doggin'.
Day 3 began with a similar headache sensation like we felt the day before with an early wake up. We somehow managed to line up for the chair before it was even open if you can imagine that. Knowing it had be pounding grease all night, we were able to scrape ourselves off the floor and get boardin! Later on in the day, we realized that there are greasers everywhere, no matter where you go you just gotta look for them. Being a greaser myself, I instantly knew these guys were senders. They both even had their medical marajuana cards! They were legally alowed to have and smoke dope due to a knee injury 2 years prior. We became close friends. Las Vegas, NV meets Calgary, AB. Night 3 went down exactly like the previous night. Beers, boardin, and bats! Not bad... After some greasy boardin, we took 'er back to the condo for some serious blastin'. Accompanied by the Nevada greasers, they quickly became best friends with the rest of our crew. My god they were greasy. It was an easy transition from boardin' to slamming grease down the hatch. The games were played, we had 5 different international combinations that really got the competition heated. Of course Team Canada/The Greasers take a 9-1 record on the night. 2 am came along, I've been falling down and bouncing off the walls... I decided it was time to gather up some idiots and head up the hill for some GT'n. Buckled up a few sends, lost the ski off the right side so I decided to take it back to the condo where previous bets had led to bats in the parking lot. Seems the Americans really love baseball so they had no issues with us swinging it outside come 3 am.
The next day started out similar to the previous two. Extreme hangover, indoor bottle depot, and tons of sprawled out dicks everywhere. We got boarding, and boy was it greasy! As hard as it was to get out there, the last day was probably the best day of sending. Whitefish, MT will see the greasers again. They're into us!"