The cross country road trip is one of those things that is nostalgic for almost everyone. Whether the people romanticizing the idea have ever been on one is only half relevant. We all have memories of them, or thoughts of what one would be like. Both are likely equally inaccurate. Driving across this country is something I have done many times, and what I remember and look forward to, and what it actually is, happen to be starkly different things. What I remember and look forward to is antics, ridiculous stories, middle of no where pit stops, and local yokels. What I always conveniently forget and will forget this time as well is the hours of looking out windows at nothing, missing my wife, being crowded and uncomfortable, and needing to pee the whole time. This is a photo essay of a group of skaters waking up, getting in a car in Dallas, Texas and driving to a skate stop in Wichita, Kansas. Alex Broskow, Adam Johnson, Adam Exline, John Bolino, Don Bambrick, Mike Garlinghouse, and me. Driving to blade. No big deal. — John Haynes
I would kill to be a part of one of those cross counrty road trips with some fellows like you guys.
We used to KILL Southeast…at basketball.
Still can’t believe they haven’t capped those ledges.
That mexican dood in that esoteric sweater looks like hes gonna bust something hella sick
oh yeah.. thx john
they call him John Haynes like Fruit of the Loom, names Darth Monica Zeller and my agenda is to get the world 2 zoom in on ONE mag like we’re the man in the moon, focus in to catch a perfect shot of midgets rocking Golden Dominic Sagonas, zoom on over to Wichita like Dorothy and Toto trotting down the yellow brick road, zip along and dont stop to switch ur music in front of the Scarecrow, he might spit sum spite. John Haynes takes road trips on the road to nowhere with hope and thats enuff in Kansas 2 cope, pop in the wizard of oz to aid u with ur root beer float.
