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A skateboard film capturing frontier traditions and American Folklore.

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American Folklore Tour

American Folkore tour | Cresent City, CA

This years trip started, ironically, where Toebock became; The Pacific Northwest.

Bobby Dodd and Steve Perdue were reunited in Seattle, accompanied by some of the Alive and Well homies, where shredding was executed and last minute clips were gathered to finish this seven year project. As the homies dispersed back to their daily lives, and Bobby Dodd returned back to Dad life after killing it, Perdue headed to the other side of the Puget Sound where the spirit of Toebock has made it’s living since the very beginning. Kitsap County.

Kitsap County, mirroring Seattle and unknown to most that live in King County, is speckled with little, rural towns hidden by the Olympic Forests and the Puget Sound’s foggy breath. It’s where Austin Illes, a man who represents the spirit of American Folklore, has lived off the land and called home for years. He, again, would be hosting the Toebock Annual Fireside trip; a trip that brings us into the heart of enchanting forests and allows everyone to leave their problems and egos in the shimmering lights of a towering, metropolitan street lamp.

I met up with the Toebock Crew at an undisclosed location in Poulsbo, WA; an annual meeting spot to kick off the trip. We headed, in a large convoy, into the majestic rain forests that the Olympics have blessed this earth with.

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Toebock x Fireside 2015

We camped in, or I should say battled with, a heinous storm that night. Fighting to stay dry, but gathering around a fire nonetheless under a large tarp Austin constructed. Good times accompanied by laughter seeping through smiles kept us strong through that storm and kept our spirits dry from the rain; metaphorically speaking.

Toebock in Quilcene

Quilcene, Wa

American Folklore tour October 2015

Bubba’s Burgers | Allyn, Wa

The next night was spent on Austin’s ten acres of land on the Kingston coast where our eyes were met with an astonishing dazzlement as Austin quickly and savagely built a giant TP. One that fizzled away all the drab horrors of society as it peacefully overlooked the great Puget. Whales cried in the distance as they migrated to colder waters and a feast was had that only kings could fathom.

TMG’s Ben Ericson, and the creator of Outer Limits, met up the next day for a filming mission. Bobby Dodd met up as well and as usual, killed it. A day of clocking tricks and cracking brews was had before the sun descended behind the illusion of a horizon. It was time to make the trip back down the coast to the next stop on this three month tour. So Perdue and friends, those including Toebock OG’s such as Kevin McGowan, piled into the Patriot and set off to begin the next part of our story. In route to Santa Rosa California, with stops along the gorgeous coast, where a Colorado born savage and another key player in the telling of this story awaited. Jacob Scherrer, but you can call him “Squints”.

Austin’s 4th of July Campout

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Our beloved Austin & Michelle

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teepee on the bluff looking east

Friends, Music, and Plenty of Beer
words & photos : Greg Knight

The sun peaked over the horizon as I boarded the plane in route to Seattle. My final destination to be somewhere in the Washington woods, accompanied with friends, music, and plenty ( 3 kegs ) of beer. A great reason to leave home for a few days. Shortly after touching down in Seattle I met with Adam Crew. He guided me through the city and onto the ferry. We laughed about

stories of the night before, and the challenge of making a 7am flight on a Friday morning. The ferry left dock. It was clear and hot. The ferry brought us to the other side of the water into a quaint town which name I can’t recall (Bainbridge Island). We found some shade and waited for a bus to never arrive. An hour later we considered hitchhiking to The Patriot, then made a better decision to grab a beer… Eventually we made it the Patriot and cruised though narrow wooded roads with the windows open cooling us from the day’s weary travels. We made it to Austin’s place ( Kingston, Wa) with plenty of sunlight in the day. Austin and Michelle greeted us both with welcoming hugs. I haven’t seen them in over a year and it quickly felt like no time had past.

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Main Stage &  firepit / photo: Dave Dougherty

Austin had crafted wooden benches and tables around fire pits. A teepee stood over a cliff that Michelle had sewn the night before.  Before arriving I thought I would be roughing it for the next few days. Not true. Austin and Michelle cooked the entire time feeding friends, family and coworkers ( approximately 60 of us ) home cooked meals including a pig roast on Saturday night.

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Hammock camp area / photo: Jana Peterson

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The Frontier Camper Zone / Photo: Crew

For the next few days everyone enjoyed music on the homely constructed stage, a lot of Rainer Lager, and late nights near the fire overlooking the Puget Sound. Through everyone I had the chance to meet there was definitely one conscientious. Though Austin’s dedication to the outdoors and hosting, we were all able to enjoy this amazing place together.

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Enjoying the woodwork collaboration of Josh Orcutt & Austin Iles / Photo: Crew

Jacob Scherrer x Foley St. Single

Video, Words And Photography
by Fred Zahina

This Squints edit was quite thee adventure for me. It was me driving down from Washington to Santa Rosa, with the plan to film squints, and continue filming on the American Folklore film. Now I had already met Squints before on an early trip that I had made down there two years prior. When I stayed with Kevin McGowan a week or so. A lot of great laughs went down on that first trip. I was quickly impressed after meeting Eddie Muns, right off the bat. A high spirited savage! Then followed by a Steven Tran with a broken ankle, and Squints a charming ball of fun.

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Eddie Munz ( Before sobriety)

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Squints taking a break at Foley.

So after beating these marks at a dice game called 5 thousand, I was quickly introduced to the rest of the Santa Rosa. A old really fun skatepark, hills of grapes, Charles Schulz Peanut stuff, and a DIY skate spot. And that where this story will continue, on Foley Street. At a DIY skate spot that was built by the Santa Rosa locals. Basically an old building foundation that was torn down and was approved for the local skateboarders to build on. So, I’m out here at this DIY spot filming squints.

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Kevin Mcgowan just another day at the ledge spot

This was the first time I had filmed Squints, and to me filming someone new is always awkward. I can remember the first line in the edit, was how it began. I asked him “whatcha you got?” And I found myself playing catch up real quickly. Now, here is a little information on Santa Rosa, it’s powered alcoholics. So being one myself, I found myself in another funny realm. Full of skate obstacles and a city that has two thumbs up on drinking in public parks.

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Santa Rosa hills

 

I spent two weeks waking up to the Foley DIY spot, to long days of beer drinking, Trying to convince Squints to film a trick, and beer runs to the store for 3 packs of 24oz cans. It truly was a great place to hang out at! Their was always some Santa Rosa local showing up with the intent to just have a good time. The majority of the days felt like a Friday, but then once in awhile it would feel like a lazy Sunday or a Saturday BBQ. One of the guy’s named Foopa that skated the spot, would show up with truck bed full of beer. 40 ounces, 32’s, tall cans, tall boy’s, basically an endless supply of free beer. That was about to expire from the beer distributor that he worked for. All I can say is, I ended up dropping MK1 fisheye lens on the ground.

But I’ll end this like this, Squints is a ripper. I enjoyed the laughs, and the time spent filming this.

-Fred Zahina

Toebock IN Kansas City

Story by Matt Kehoe
Video & Edit: Ben Ericson

American Folklore encompasses many broad categories. It is comprised of jokes, riddles, myths, legends, cautionary tales, and many other forms of storytelling. The founding of Toebock is often surrounded by legends and tall tales. Many stories have developed since the founding long ago to become a part of INdustries folklore and underground awareness. INdustries folklore especially includes any narrative which has contributed in shaping the values and belief systems of regional members. These narratives of which I speak may be true and may be false; the veracity of the stories is not a determining factor. The following is a tale of folk heroes. These individuals have become important figures in Toebock INdustries history, or chroniclers and creators of such folklore.

Toeblock KC 2012

Toeblock KC 2012

Nine idiots, three fools and a trog, total. One two bedroom apartment with two closets used as bedrooms, and a hallway nook with a sleeping bag. Twelve hundred mice, six plates, four forks and a pan. Alcoholic, possibly methamphetamine addicted, violent, cigarette bumming, adjacent building tenants. One young, very welcoming, late night texting, and possibly orally-fixated neighbor girl. Two high definition DSLR’s, three vx1000’s, a super 8mm, five iPhones, sixty two blunts, thirty one joints and a local pub that easily facilitated countless blackouts. Toeblock Kansas City, a world all it’s own.

Steve Perdue | Kickflip Hydrant | photo: Ericson

Steve Perdue | Kickflip Hydrant | photo: Ericson

This morning while leaving our local Starbucks on 39th and Genessee, the screeching brakes of a car coming to a quick stop attracted all of our attention. As we glanced over to see what was transpiring, an overweight black woman with a cigarette loosely dangling from her lips, and a carton resting on her dashboard shouted in a raspy country tone, “Hey you punk ass nigga, fuck you!”

Paul Sewell | Front Nose

Paul Sewell | Front Nose

Chris Baldwin | Feeble

Chris Baldwin | Feeble

 

The 40-something black male strolling down the sidewalk that this comment was directed at condescendingly replied, “Fuck you, bitch!” A valid response. The woman then peeled off in her blown out, rusty, or just possibly a shitty maroon, early 90′s Chrysler LeBaron. We shared a laugh, not quite understanding exactly what led to this interaction, and continued on our way to the car.

A loitering crackhead, who had been staring at us with hopes of potential profitability, or just a free beer, criddled up to us and asked, “Whatchu all doin’?”

“We doin’ this!” A. Crew exclaimed as we piled six deep into the five-seater 1997 Toyota Camry and headed off to start our day.

The sun was shining and hopes were high, as were we. It was time to stack! Kansas City’s favorite son, Sean Malto, had warned us that our decided upon first spot of the day could be “hit or miss.” Of course, as skateboarders, we are used to this. You never know how long you will be able to skate any particular spot before security comes, a random citizen decides to become a hero, or the cops get called. This is to be expected.

Most of us began warming up by playing games of S.K.A.T.E. in the street next to the spot. While Julian a.k.a. the “Legend” was trying a trick, he ran over something and was pitched off of his board. After getting up from a punishing roll he saw that it wasn’t a rock that led to his board abruptly coming to a stop, it was a bullet. This should have been an early warning sign to all of us. Things were about to get buck.

Moments later, a carload of men in yellow jackets rolled up, jumped out, and started attacking us. I don’t know if they had just burnt a sherm blunt or something, but these motherfuckers behavior was more than irrational. After detaining most of the group, one of the men tackled J-Lo while he was walking to his car. After that, three of them took Adam down. The rest of us sat and watched in handcuffs. Fucking hand cuffs. These security guards had lost their damn minds. The drug-faced assholes called the police and we were all forced to wait for their arrival.

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After a couple of minutes, two cops rolled up. Surprisingly, in comparison to the jacked-up security guards, they were somewhat reasonable and sympathetic to our cause. However, when the chief showed up, he was pissed. The other two cops had warned us not to laugh at their superior officer when he arrived. We now realized why. This guy looked just like Sean Penn, a fucking doppleganger. It was so hard to contain our laughter. The chief basically told us that if we fucked with his car, he would kick our ass, cop or no cop. Understandable, right? Why the fuck would we do that anyway? We were just trying to skate a spot. Okay, whatever, and we’re out. What in the fuck was that? After this, we decided to head across state lines to Kansas City, Kansas. We figured that this would put some space in between ourselves and the law.

We decided to hit up the Waverly rail. Within moments of entering the parking lot, we were greeted by three neighborhood-rats, one of which had his eyelids flipped up, looking all weird as shit. These kids were cool, though. They just wanted to watch us skate. We began to session the rail, well Perdue did. The rest of us were still too burnt from the previous night’s debauchery, or sidelined with fucking back problems. While Steve attempted to film a line at the school, Ben Erickson, the T.M.G. H.D. frontman, was out in the street getting a second angle of Steve’s trick on the rail. Seconds after Ben had gotten his camera settings dialed in, the roar of a speeding vehicle caught all of us by surprise. “Sker-dooooooosh.” A late-model box Chevy or a damn Lumina, or something, blew through the stop sign at the bottom of the hill and pretty much bounced it’s frame on the ground going about eighty miles per hour. A police car crested just over the top of the hill, sirens blaring, behind the fleeing suspect. This fool was in a high speed chase. What in the fuck is going on out here? The car raced past the spot, nearly hitting our designated camera pointer, with an officer in hot pursuit.

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“Holy shit,” we thought. Ben was a bit shaken from his close encounter and pretty much just played duck, duck goose with the local kids, big-brother-style for the rest of the time we were there. Steve skated for a bit longer after the incident, but then decided it wasn’t going down, so we dipped.

We went to a couple more spots that day, filmed a few things and then returned to the Toeblock. Everyone made food, hit up the local liquor store, and began to prep for a trip to Buzzard Beach, Westport’s watering hole and our portal to the darkside.

After burning a blunt in the Red Room with Adam, Chris Baldwin and I ventured out to the porch to smoke cancer sticks. “Hey Buck…Buck,” shouted a tweeker from the building next to us. He was referring to the name on the back of the Royals jersey Baldwin had on. “I’m coming over there, Buck. Y’all got that good, green weed?” We tried unsuccessfully to ignore this wasted retard. The man climbed onto his neighbor’s balcony and then tried to climb over to ours, which was literally an entire alley apart. Before this idiot was able to fall to his death while continuing to yell “I’m coming over there, Buck,” his pissed-off boyfriend pulled him back, only to domestically batter him. Shit just keeps getting crazier. We went back inside the house and rounded up the troops. On that note, it was time to go to the bar.

 

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We were warmly welcomed by a familiar group of K.C. homies upon our arrival at Buzzard Beach. Many a drink was had as we reminisced on the strange occurrences of the day. As 2:30 a.m. quickly approached, Adam’s attention was drawn to a tall, big-tittied, scantily clad, black girl bending over the bar. Thirty minutes later, as the crowd was pushed outside, “Da Illa” drunkenly approached this young lady, who was accompanied by two fugly cohorts. After a brief, come-back-to-the-house type conversation, the attractive, innebriated skeezer jumped onto Adam’s back screaming, “I wanna fuck a white boy tonight! Right in the ass!” Wow. Adam ran across the street with the chick still mounted to his spine. Here we go. Before I knew it, this chick hopped off, pulled her pants down, copped a squat, and started pissing all over the parking lot across the street from Buzzard Beach. We watched in amazement as a stream of urine shot at least five feet in front of her. I struggled to get a fucking photo, but she quickly stood up, leaned against a car and started doing a bottomless booty clap at me, possibly in hopes of shaking off any remaining piss. Sadly my attempted Instagram ended up blurry as shit. Daaaamnit. Again, Adam tried in vain to talk this girl back to the crib. Unfortunately for him, she was captain-save-a-hoed by her Jugga-slut white girl homie. No love. Back to the Red Room.

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Earlier in the night, Travadaddy and Julian had mysteriously disappeared from the Buzzard about an hour before the rest of us. They had been putting in work on our neighbor, whom we had affectionately deemed Oral Laurel. Moments after we got back to the house, Travis came in, weirdsted as shit, screaming about how he needed shampoo. Where was Julian? Time to investigate.

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After Trav had stolen Ben’s shampoo and scurried back over to Oral’s, a few of us crept next door as well. We found Julian. He and Travis were laying on Laurel’s bed while she sat in between looking as faded as the hood of Adam’s Camry. Who knows what the fuck these squids had just gotten into? I had pesonally seen enough. Before exiting Laurel’s crib, I spotted a big ass bag of M&M’s sitting on top of the fridge. Unable to resist, I stole the shit out of it. Come up! Back to the Red Room with snacks! What the fuck y’all thank! One more tweest and we were ready for bed, only to do it all over again the next day.

The time had come. An INdustrial invasion was past due. This is the account of one day in the lives of INdustry “Illas”. There is more. That I know is true. I mean shit, we were in Kansas City for an entire month. You can only imagine the day to day encounters and events that I failed to mention. In my personal opinion, less is always more. The more that I tell you, the less I leave to the imagination. The more that you know, the less that you need to find out on your own. Explicit details are unimportant. We came, a few swallowed and we skated. We were out here! We get “out there”, and we definitely “blacked-out there”. We couldn’t have “done” it without the help of the great homies who showed us around, kicked it and killed it. Thank you all so much. Kansas City stand up! We’s on to the next, the schmade must continue!

 

-Killahoe

Toebock x Baker Beach

Video: Ben Ericson
Edit: Adam Crew

Baker Beach, San Francisco, Ca | Photo: Heng

Baker Beach, San Francisco, Ca | Photo: Heng

Story: Travis Knight
Photos: Jenn Heng / Fred Zahina

Baker Beach consists of approximately half of a mile of fancy restaurants, crumbling structures of the past, and the vast, golden blue Pacific Ocean shimmering into distance’s depths. When I used to live in the Sunset District, we would make frequent treks throughout this 800 meter span of beauty, ranging from the Sutro Baths to the Golden Gate Bridge. We’ll start at the Sutro Baths, established on March 14th, 1896 gaining its name from the former mayor of San Francisco, Adolph Sutro. Words be short, the baths consisted of seven large pools basically for wealthy heathens to flaunt their height on the pole that daintily balances upon the scoundrel of classism’s bulky thumb. After closing down due to maintenance issues, it burned down in 1966. The Sutro Baths are now a beautiful labyrinth of ruins, forever withstanding the brutal badgering of the mighty Pacific. It’s a great place to hike, find wildlife, take photos, climb rocks and just soak the magnificence of this tranquil location. Adjacent to the baths is a restaurant called The Cliff House, which is a great place to bring a special lady of your choice. A little pricey, but you’ll definitely get laid. Also you could go across the street to Beach Chalet if you want a bangin’ burger and a beer.
Travis Knight | 180 switch Crook | Baker Beach | Photo: Zahina

Travis Knight | 180 switch Crook | Baker Beach | Photo: Zahina

 

Baker Beach ( to the north) | San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

Baker Beach ( to the north) | San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

Making your way further down this sandy abyss of homes of ancients and the protection of wild and plant life, (such as the Marin Dwarf Flax, an endangered wild flower that freely blooms about the shiny dunes) you will find yourself walking along a scattered wasteland of old military bases.

 

Bobby Dodd | Backside Nosegrind | Baker Beach, S.F CA | photo: Zahina

Bobby Dodd | Backside Nosegrind | Baker Beach, S.F CA | photo: Zahina

 

Plateaus of weathered cement pop up randomly for at least a quarter mile along the coast. Built by Spanish military in 1812, in the year 1997 it was then and now still is administered by the National Park Service. In the midst of these sporadic structures, you can find the Battery Chamberlin. This huge artillery battery was named after Captain Lowell A. Chamberlin who served in the Civil War. When 1976 came about, the location of this beast of a weapon was added to the National Register of Historic Places. Journeying on, you will come across the banks that we are skating in the following video documentation. This spot is super hit or miss. One day you can go there with a twelve pack and skate for hours, another day you might get a hundred fifty dollar ticket from some belligerent, smart ass, water polo playing cop. The latter was the case for us. These swine came in hot, (probably fresh from the academy) giving us false history lessons and ranting about how we were committing a felony. However, the strange man who called the cops was drastically a much larger sight of tomfoolery. This 70 year old clown was sunbathing, wearing a speed-o mind you, in the heaps of glass plastered upon the ground surrounded by some mindless drivel that some teenagers painted on the wall while on the influence of bath salts. I guess we were disturbing his chaotic idea of peace. That day was a miss. Following weeks later when this little edit was filmed, we had to pull some guerrilla type maneuver on a hill across the way where we waited for a motorcycle cop to disperse from the entrance. We skated hours on end, for the fog submerged us from the road. That day turned out to be a hit.

 

Bobby Dodd | Baker Beach, S.F. Ca | Photo: Zahina

Bobby Dodd | Baker Beach, S.F. Ca | Photo: Zahina

Somewhere in the region of Baker Beach, taking place back on May 17th, 1959, an eighteen year old by the name of Albert Kogler Jr. was fatally attacked by a great white shark. The horrible incident was actually the only shark attack on Baker Beach. Also from 1986 to 1990, the northern end of Baker Beach was the original sight for the Burning Man Festival. Sometime in 1990, police allowed people to rage and build the gargantuan, wooden effigy but would not allow them to burn it. Well that kind of fucked that off, so the hippies flew east to wreak havoc in The Black Rock Dessert located in northern Nevada.

Travis Knight / Bobby Dodd / Steve Perdue | Photo: Zahina

Travis Knight / Bobby Dodd / Steve Perdue | Photo: Zahina

In the following video we didn’t get laid at the Cliff House, or battle any sharks, or even dance with any hippies. We just rode our skateboards and had a great time. So if your ever in the Sunset District and don’t know what to do with yourself, (which is usually inevitable) take the expedition through Baker Beach. Adventure patiently awaits, dwelling somberly in the heart of the great Pacific’s murky fog.   -Travis Dylan Knight

 

Steve Perdue x American Folklore Single

San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

 

Steve Perdue has been traveling throughout the U.S for the past 3-4 years, skating, camping and everything else along the way. Currently living in San Francisco, the following questions we hoped would bring some insight on the upcoming Toebock video part he’s working on and what inspires this soft spoken gent. -Adam Crew

 

What is American Folklore? and what is this new Toebock video all about?
American Folklore consists of beliefs and customs, legends and tall tales that encompas or classify a particular group. It is also the name of the next Toebock video in the works. of course the video will mainly involve skateboarding, but it will also portray somewhat our way of living, experiencing new places and people. the stories are almost endless, but hopefully the video will give people a general idea about the Toebock Folklore.

 

Most of us know what a (Record) Single is .. What is this ” Steve Perdue Single”?
Its a collection of somewhat new and old footage we were not going to use in (Toebock ) American Folklore, but didn’t want it to go to waste.

 

Where are some of your favorite places you been through while working on this part?
Our most recent trip, the Toebock Olympic Fireside the North West has to be my favorite place ive been so far. It is refreshing to be deep in the forrest with friends/family beverages food and the general idea to get weird but also experience and respect such a beautiful place.

Backside 180 Nosegrind | Austin, Tx | photo: Perry Hall

Backside 180 Nosegrind | Austin, Tx | photo: Perry Hall

 

San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

San Francisco, Ca | photo: Zahina

Best thing about living in San Francisco?
Being able to bomb around the city, for such a small city i feel like i have not even scraped the surface of exploring this place. Good people to skate with, beautiful girls! and a pretty friendly/ open vibe here it seems.
Backside 180 | Denver, Co | photo: Roman Chavez

Backside 180 | Denver, Co | photo: Roman Chavez

How has living with Travis Knight (better known as Trava Daddy) taken an affect on this current project?
Many stories have been added to the Folklore because of Trava Daddy. He is definitely a good person to have around for good and bad influences. Late nights are always an option with trava, which can be a con while working on this video part. It can be a pro also depending on what we get ourselves into. I’d say the pros’ are grater than the cons. Never a dull moment.

 

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Heelflip | Bremerton, Wa | photo: Guizzetti

 

Single most influential thing in your life?
Right now traveling is the most influential thing in my life. i find it hard to stay put for too long or do the same thing over and over. It is good for me to keep a good balance of things.

 

 

toebock in texas

Lone Star Rally

We took a trip down to Austin, Texas, Back in March of 2010, which was our first of many trips for upcoming full length “American Folklore” Video.
Read the Full article with photo’s here: toebock.com/features/lone-star-rally/

Special thanks to Elias and the entire NO-Comply squad and all the good folks that took care of us while there.

Video/Edit: Toebock Media Group
Video: Adam Crew
Titles: Tom Carter
Additional video : Fletcher Berndt, Bobby Dodd