I Am Kloof

I used to have a backyard mini-ramp, and, reportedly, I denied access to a few intrepid skaters in my early years. Among them were the Garrett brothers. So when the two-acre Rob Garrett was house-sitting revealed a neat three-and-a-half footer, it was with much integrity that he let me skate it without so much as a quip of remonstration.

Roll Forever

Never Met a Girl He Didn't Kif

Agent Smith

Peeman Hurricane

Thrad Hurricane

Seeing is Feeling

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