So this weekend, I rolled through to Philly to see my Bootleg Sessions boys and ride the world-renown skatepark, FDR. Did we ride skateboards? No, we rode track bikes. Did we just dink around? No, we got pitted.

Here are some pics of Tony, killing shit in one of the bowls at the park. For those of you who skated, you’ll recognize this wall. It’s pretty gnarly. On a bmx, this is no big deal, because you can coast through it. On a track bike, there is no freewheel coasting. You HAVE to keep pedaling. If your bike is moving, your pedals are moving.

Check out these pics, and Tony’s Spetsnaz jacket keepin his naked back warm. The kid fell so many times and the jacket’s still in one piece. I on the other hand, kept all my clothes on, including the Gristle windbreaker.

Photos courtesy of Jonny Stiles.