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| Big Ben at the beach |
It's safe to assume that people have tried to come up with catchy nicknames for good 'ol Ben Raybourn. He comes from Texas, he's smallish, he's got those little peabody-style eyeglasses, and he generally skates in an unorthodox manner that is born out of growing up reading only vintage skate mags. Ben's got all sorts of other little idiosyncrasies too, none of which need to be delved into here. Yet the nicknames are absent. One might think it helpful to have said monikers, especially at an event in which no less than 3 Bens are entered. Then again, when one skates as Ben does, nicknames are irrelevant. Maybe it's better to simply refer to Ben's instagram handle: @choadped.
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| Chaos with Charlie Blair directing traffic, and Greyson Fletcher pursuing Rob Russo |
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| Riley Stevens |
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| Kevin Kowalski, finger-flip lien disaster. |
And so it was that in the midst of the sun-splashed sea of unclean
humanity, ill-chosen swimwear, and general muckfuckery that is the US
Open of Pro Surfing, Skateboarding, and a few other sporting endeavours,
@choadped made mincemeat of the blue masonite that is the Converse
Coastal Carnage ramp and walked away with 20 large. We heart @choadped.
Now enjoy some photographs.
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| Another Ben, Hatchell. Volcanic sharkbite front blunt. |
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| Lance Mountain made the finals |
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| Ronnie Sandoval |
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Yet another Ben. Raemers, Back D.
-DEFECT MAG
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