I Got 99 Problems but My Clips ain’t ONE… Blue Wallace Tour kickin’ off 2009!

Wow, I don’t even know where to start. I feel like I need to try and live up to the blog I wrote about the Thrift Store Tour. There are so many great things that happened this weekend. First off I have to give my shout outs to the people that made it possible. One to Randy and Michelle Reece. You are the only two people that I can come up to and say, “Hey we are going to Atlanta, can I have a ton of cash and a vehicle and your trust to take your companies name and make it hold some validity in this crazy thing we call rollerblading.” Seriously thank you both for all of your love and support we try to make you proud. Also, thank you to my beautiful girlfriend Colleen Speer that supports my insane ideas and lets me print BW shirts in her living room floor the night before departure, supports me on every move I make for this crazy shop and stuck around and held this place down over the summer. With out everything she does and has done behind the scenes this place would have been very unfortunate, her presence on the tour was missed. And Thank you to all of the boys for holding it down this weekend. I have to shout out to the people that were unable to make it, my brother Chad, It was very different not having you on board, you missed an awesome trip. Hopefully you will be able to make it next time. Mike Harper, we missed you to lil buddy. All the folks that live far away yet still throw up their Blue Flags when the time is right. Mike Branch, Ivan Garcia, Miguel Ramos, Jimmy Ridella, Ben Poling, Kyle Wood, and all of the boys at home. We missed you guys. The trip wasn’t the same with out you.

But for the ones that showed up, spent their money to get here, helped develop layouts for what will be one of the greatest online videos ever. For the boys that dropped hammers and broke their bodies… Michael Cole, John Ritter, Steven Tat, Hawke Trackler, Stefan Brandow, Chris Smith, Sean Wicks, Kyle Golden, Austin McDaniel, Andrew Burton, Mitchell VanKirk, and the future himself CHICO… You boys made this tour. I am very proud to have each and everyone of you on board, regardless to skill level and experience. When you were asked to push it you did, when you were told to jump you did and when it wasn’t good enough you went back and did it again. Thank you for loving this skate shop. Regardless to what the haters may say, you all bleed blue and although we can’t do much for you in return you all love it enough to Kill it and Kill yourselves.

I am about to get to the story but I gotta send word out to my boy Carson Starnes. You saved us homie. You have always been down for the shop whether you are buying way to much stuff on the internet or just giving us a beautiful home to crash at. Thank you to Randy and Peggy Starnes for opening your doors to a bunch of strangers and trusting us around all of your rare and expensive furniture. Giving all of your very expensive organic food. and thank you for the Paneras and coffee every sunrise. You are wonderful people and may God Bless your lives. Word up to Elvin my new homie.

And like a here here it goes…

What now seems like a pretty long time ago, my boy Stefan B hit me up and threw another one of his random ideas at me. and me being the wonderful person I am (just kidding) loved it. See this man is coming down our way for the new years holiday and thought it be cool if we made a trip down to ATL. We combined and brainstormed and decided we would make a Blue Wallace tour out of this opportunity and finally document what we do, and show the rest of the world that is still skeptical about the name BLUE WALLACE.

I personally was not juiced. Stefan tends to live on cloud 9, I’m envious cause nothing anyone can do will bring em down. Even at his worst moments he is happy. I am just trying to make some doe so I can get through Christmas and go see my girlfriend for New Years. So we get through Christmas and I am at work and realize I have not came up with anyway to fund this trip… I have barely even mentioned it to anyone and Stefan like usual was working his butt off organizing it. We had seen our good buddy Hawke Trackler a couple times on and off around the holidays and he decided to jump on the band wagon participate in the shindig also.

Lets fast foward a lil. I get carried away on the small stuff.
The story picks up with me on the way to Cincinnati Ohio. I get about 30 mins out of town and hear from Stefan that he and I are about to cross paths on the interstate. Me him and Hawke pull over, gives some love and are on our way. He and Hawke are super juiced about the trip me not so much. I just wanna go to my girlfriends, try and relax and enjoy my time with her. But this demon possessed skate shop doesn’t seem to want me to relax. God bless Colleen, she puts up with all of the pointless calls from all of the kids telling on each other and calling to talk, but luckily all of that has tapered off a lil now that KG is in control of them.

My phones goes dead while I was vacationing in Cinci and I know deep down a lot of people are calling me trying to figure out details and as bad as it may seem I didn’t care. I was having an awesome time eating junk food, watching a Twilight Zone marathon, and the Back to the Future Trilogy and screen printing new Blue Wallace Shirts with my girlfriend celebrating the new Year. Happy new years to all that are reading this…

But very soon after wards reality kicks back in and I am on the road to BG to get this thing going. Stefan and I had planned for me to be home Thursday in time for us to give the BW van a new paint job, but I was having a great time in Cinci, not to mention the 40 shirts Colleen and I printed were still drying. I got back home way to late Thursday and picked up Mitchell and Austin and let them come home with intentions to wake up early the next day and go paint the van.

9.30 am Friday morning. I am still under the impression of going to Atlanta, myself, Michael Cole, Chad, John R, Steven Tat, Hawke and Stef. Chad calls me and let me know he had to much work stuff going on and hated to back out but nothing he could do. Steven is contemplating driving separate so some kids could tag along. I wasnt happy with the change of plans so I decided if we were gonna switch it up than we were gonna totally swith it up. I added Mitchell and Austin to the attendance list and let Steven know he could drive seperate now. Michael came home from work, I am ready and packed and close to noon we are headed to the shop to start meeting up. things go backwards like usual we leave the shop late and are driving around knocking out errands and what not we should have been on the road, some of the errands include: a battery for the van, tire rotation for the van, fluids in the van, preparation for painting the van, getting all of my leftovers from hoedown out of the van, new tags for the van, loading the van, and last but not least… test driving the VAN. HA HA hA.

So we get to Wal-mart finally and buy a bunch of spray paint, bologna, chips, and soda… Paint the van blue in the parking lot (wait till you see the footage) and see Chad and he sends us off for once again, one of the craziest road trips I have ever witnessed first hand.
I swear everything we do is like a movie. I wish we had cameras going every moment we could sale a blockbuster hit.

Oh Oh, how did I leave this out… While preparing the van and deciding who was gonna go, at the last minute I decided I was leaving out a key player I had mention to about attending the tour and that is where the second car came in. My boy KG the golden child.

Back to the story… We drive though Nashville and on into Murfreesboro TN. I had made the comment to my passengers as seated from shotgun back: Michael, John, Hawke, Chico, and Austin. I remembering say that I was bored. That everyother time we went on trips we had more fun. So to start off a little fun Michael had the bright idea that it would be cool to hang out of the van going 70MPH and reach over to the car next to us and slap a Blue Wallace Sticker on that beast. Sure enough he did and it was the craziest thing I had ever witnessed. I had no idea that the boys were so capable of whiling out. Hawke Trackler has the reputation for being funny. When I first met him I didn’t see it. I remember we put him on BW because my brother thought he would become an asset and I say now, he has definitely become an asset, anyways just to let you and everyother youtube watcher out there. Hawke Trackler is one of the funniest dudes I have ever met. Me and Michael Cole are extremely picky about our friends, but Hawke had us crying laughing 95% of the trip. We started to play this game BW fans may know oh so well called the ABC game other wise known as the slap your self game. This kept us crying and occupied until our first pit stop in Murfeesboro TN to get some extra sugar. My boy Michael some how like always thinks deeper than anyone else and starts just looking the van over paying close attention to the tires we had rotated. The weight of the van was causing the rear tires to have negative camber which means the tires were leaning in toward the top. this was causing the rubber to wear away really rapidly. The metal was showing so we knew we didnt have long before the tire exploded. We sat around the gas station for a while trying to decide whether to turn around and go home and risk being stuck on the road or push on to ATL and risk the breakdown. And being the bold smart and great people we are we turned around and went home….. SIKE man you already know we went to ATL like some idiots.

Some other gas station down the road told us if we were looking for a tire that there was a 24 hour truck stop down the road that could help and if anything else there was a Walmart a lil while later. We knew walmart wasnt gonna be opened but for some reason we still kept going on that bad tire. So yeah we were playing the game and listen to ipods ya know the usual and flew right past the exits. Michael had jumped into the other car and Jritt and Chico came to sit up front with me so we could spread out the weight off of the back a lil. We just kept pushing on until we got to a rather famous skate spot outside of Chattanooga TN. It had been raining but was surprisingly warm so we strapped up and got the tapes rolling. Time to blade. This first spot ended with some hammers, like Steven Tat’s AO Top acid, Stefan’s getting creative, Michael will the flawless style, Chico giving us a little taste of his weekend to come and regrettably some nasty falls. Hawke and I managed to capture majority of the stop on film, so we piled up and hit the road. I guess it was somewhere around 11 or 12. I cant remember if we stopped anymore. I remember we pointed out the famous Razor twin gap over the railing into the bank on the GA/TN state lines. (Just a little teaser, its funny this spot was one of the starters and enders)

I dont remember anything to crazy happening all of the way into ATL. Except for stopping to get gas again and Chico hit Kyle Golden in the face and had hot sauce on his hand. This started a battle between the two for the rest of the trip. Hawke is a freaking instigator but hilarious. We got lots of funny pics at this gas station some highlights were me taking the worlds fastest gas station poop, Hawke holding the connected Arbys to hold waiting to see if I was hungry, and some decent coffee.

So lets press on to ATL I am ready to blade. We arrive at my boy Carsons house. Its not the same visiting him since his brother Brian moved to New Orleans but it was rather pleasant. We were welcomed in all 10 or 11 of us. We played a lil, took some pics, I made fun of Kendama. *I just wanted to point out right before I placed that star, I just reached 2222 words so far and we havent even started skating. I hope you are enjoying this.

We crashed in random spots and woke to a wonderful breakfast, that I kid you not I called. I specifically remeber saying to John Ritter, “I wouldn’t be surprised if we woke up tomorrow and Carsons parents had a bunch of Paneras.” Like I said I called that junk. They had a whole box just laid out ready for us to grub. No one picked the cinnamon crunch bagel cause I guess if you don’t know what it is it looks nasty. But I grabbed that sucker and a shower and we messed around at the house and got ready to blade. I handed out some new BW gear to everyone to rep. (thanks for your help Colleen, and your money Randy and Michelle) Carson’s homie Mike P came over to meet us to skate and we all piled in three cars and got ready to go to the first spot. Ha ha I think we got maybe a mile from Carson’s and heard a funny noise. We forgot to strap down the luggage rack so thank God it didn’t blow off, Michael Cole (the engineer without the degree) fixed er up and we all piled back in to leave. Not to mention Hawke was standing at a distant filming while Kyle was sneaking around the van to seek revenge on Chico but it was spoiled once again. Then we all began to pound on Kyle that he was scared of Chico. Kyle being on the verge of 21 and Chico just turning 16. Haha.

Alright lets go. I went to crank the van. and man I kid you not that sucker was ready to send to the grave yard. We are stuck in the middle of Suburbia Hell in ATL GA and now with no functioning vehicle with two bald tires. but at least we saved the luggage rack. I don’t know why this is but every time a car messes up it is in a mans blood to go, “it just needs to be jump started” Yeah well that didn’t work. That sucker was jacked up and we didn’t know where to start. So Michael and I started pulling fuses, taping wires until finally God intervened and she started.

We traveled a lil piece down the road and exited the neighborhood to reach a fuel station. And like I said, God intervened on this trip. It just so happened we were at a gas station with a used tire service. So I pulled up and explain to the mechanic the symptoms of the vehicle and he ran a couple test and couldn’t find anything until we determined it was some thing electrical and just had to take the chance of it starting. They told us there was no available tire for us but agreed the tired we were driving on was about to go. I snuck in and started digging through their inventory to run up on a tire that i knew had to work. Sure enough the fella stood corrected and hooked it up fat by giving us tire for dead free. Dude happened to be a fellow Kentuckian that lived right up the road in another county. Right across was a Dominos where a bunch of ppl took advantage of the 5-5-5 Deal that they do. and went next door to this Italian joint and Michael got the worlds best parmasean. So the rippling affect took place. Had we remembered to strap down the rack, we would have never broke down, and never had the awesome lifestyle footage, and never had went to that specific gas station, and never had gotten the tire and service and southern hospitality and for free might i add that we did get, nor would we have ever gotten pizza which kept us nourished for some of the hardest falls and heaviest hammers any of us had.

So we finally got to the first spot, it was called EMBRY University and like most college campuses it was hand crafted by engineers and architects that subconsciously had rollerblading in mind. Seriously, what makes a designer decide to make that kink rails so perfect yet scary, and the rails fat enough to make grinding fun, or the perfect ledge for cess sliding.

So let me explain the spot for those of you that haven’t skated the spot in Atlanta they refer to as the FATTYS. The rails are two really fat rails that are about twenty feet long that sit on about 25 ft long ledges that are butter. The only downfall to this spot was the run ups were made of slick brick and it had been raining a lot in ATL which caused quiet a large amount of humidity in the air making the bricks extremely slippery. It only took about 5 minutes of skating this underground spot before Stefan decided to say screw the rain and starting skating the uncovered ledges that were covered in water. We all got to a point where we realized there was nothing we could do, it was just gonna be wet this weekend, that God it was atleast warmer in ATL than it would have been for any of us at home.

Michael, me, and lil Andrew crept around the corner to find this really tight white rail. Like I said this campus was full of interesting things to skate, but it was square. Made me a lil nervous to top soul it but Michael didn’t think twice. Given the fact the opposite side was wet, an army of thorn bushes and the rail was really really fast and square. But mike didn’t think twice. The only people that were attempting in was myself, Stefan, Michael and Adam Ehault was contemplating it. But to make it shorter this campus police officer was riding a segway (and he was fat, how ironic) and kicked us off before anyone took it. Got some nice photos and decent fall clips.

So that was the end of the first spot. Now things are gonna start getting better. Keep in mind it is a nasty over cast

OK THE TOUR IS OFFICIALLY OVER AS OF LAST NIGHT. STEFAN FINALLY REACHED HIS HOME IN PITTSBURGH.

Im sorry this is taking so long, I stopped writing on the 6th and am just now picking back up where I left off. I felt a block, call it negative energy or lack of committment. I havent been feeling this blog so I am litterally gonna have to force my self to write and hopefully it will just flow.

I believe I left out talking about where the police was kicking us out of the EMBRY Campus and we were collecting ourselves to move on. See every time we had a run in with the police it was a challenge because some how one person was expected to block the liscence plate until the cops were no longer looking. And thats because we chose to make this entire trip on expired tags. HAHA

Ok, lets see, its almost hard to remember because I took such a long break from writing. I believe the next spot we went to was a mellow flat rail that you could either skate regular or launch off of onto a electric box to finish the line. Weather sucked and no big hammers were thrown. This spot ended with Michael ramming the end of his nead into the box corner, Stefan getting frustrated, and everyone else covered in mud. Ehault and Carson threw some out of the ordinary tricks but then again we are talking about Ehault and Carson.

Steven Tat and myself skated across the road to some Fat square rails and eventually every one made it across. The rails were more like metal ledges when you were skating them and skating anything this day was a challenge because of wet pavement. I was trying to back royale the inside through the landscaping and over the opposite railing, Chris was doing the same but front farf on the other side, John Ritter had a little line going, and Steven and Carson were jumping a cool little planter gap.

The spot was cool, but ended with everyone skating off and me taking a spill to the noggin. Thank God I was wearing my helmet, it shook me up for real. We all skated down the parking lot to this flat rait that was a drop on the other side. After you took the whole rail you had to jump out at the end. Ritter farf to topsoul, Ehault has impecable torque balance, Carson is just plain good where ever we went, and Michael prolly would have killed this spot but was still broken in the van. So me him and Chico laid there and cried about our injuries while the others dropped some good ones.

On to the next spot, the day was overall successful given the fact the weather sucked and everyone kept getting hurt. The last spot was this awesome down rail where you had to first jump up onto a sidewalk first and then jump to the rail. It was a dope spot that everyone wanted to skate. We had watched footage of it earlier on Carsons computer and decided we would go there. The only problem was by the time we made it there everyone was broke from the entire day and tired. So some people started throwing some tricks, we walked away with a few clips, I managed to land fish brain, Carson got some tricks, Tat landed a group of tricks and Chris Smith rolled away with this amazing compilation of tricks and may I add when this kid goes, he goes big. Just wait till you see the footage…

So we stopped at Chik fil a, Myself, Hawke, and KG went down the road to some “buffett” and they ate. I fell asleep getting out of the car until my phone rang and the others were ready to go. We piled into the van and picked up Chris Smith cause Carson had to split and we told em we’d catch up with him at home. And then we made our way to the infamous Woodward, ESPN, X Games, Mall whatever you want to call it skatepark of Atlanta GA. We went in and I went to work. We ended up skating for free and just like I promised the ppl at the park, we were on tour and my boys threw down. Everyone finally had the chance to meet the notorious Sean Wick who had been there waiting for us for 10 hours and was still going. Let me just say to all of the Haters out there right now, Sean is an amazing person and don’t run your mouth on him cause he will spin into a grind so fast you will dissapear, haha. yeah that was a bad joke. just want you all to know. Dude is a sick athlete. Like my usual comment, wait till you see the footage.

So I guess I could just call out all of the highlights. We were so pressed for time we didnt get to enjoy the whole park. Mitchell fell in love with mini ramp, while Stefan and Sean skated the down ledges, I was just trying to get a good flow down, Chris murdered anything he saw, Hawke Trackler laced a perfect grab back torque and got back to his usual (kids so silly), KG jumped up a gap and went down the ledges with some extraordinary tricks, I broke myself like usual and to top it off Michael broke his finger. It was nasty, He was trying a true soul on the ledge and slipped and while falling to the ground jammed his fingers into the ledge wall and… well wait till you see the footage.

So we skated hard and got some great footage and then went out into the parking lot and goofed off for a while. We all made some phone calls and then rushed to get Chris Smith back to his house. But on the way home off course we couldnt find the Chik fil a where we parked Chris’s car. Thank God we had John Ritter and his side kick, I mean his iphone. He had his GPS on there and for the record let it be known I am great with directions and he is bad at giving them haha. And this is where all of my close friends laugh and where Colleen laughs cause you all know the truth.

So we are still driving around looking for this Chik fil a and we are pressed for time. Chris is the back seat of the van whining and putting pressure on me and everyone else is being loud and we are stuck at a red light when Mr. genious Michael Cole decides if he jumps out and presses the cross walk button than it will hurry up the red light. (i forgot to mention everytime we stop I have to throw the van in nuetral and give it gas so it doesnt die) Michael kicks out some trash while jumping in and out of the van and bends over to pick up the spray paint he knocked out. he bent over to grab it and smacked his head on the van. He jumps back in and we are holding up the red light and bammm we are off. We are going pretty quick and John R. yells out this is where I turn so I jump across a lane or two and we r flying up to a red light. I know there is no way I can make it but if I just slam the breaks the van will die and we might not make it, so I listen to my wonderful passengers throw that beast in nuetral and take the turn. We get a few feet from the curb and see those beautiful blue lights flashing behind us. To make a short story shorter. I was pulled over for cutting off a cop, not using my turning signals (the van doesnt have signals), littering at the red light, running a red light and speeding. Not to mention no one could get out and hide the expired tags this time… All of these wonderful charges and this dude let us go with a warning. HA HA a warning. I would have suspected us to be a van crossing in from Mexico thru the coast into to ATL carring drugs. He didn’t even blink I played it smooth and we got out with nothing but warnings. Just enough relief for me to tell the cop the car in front of us was carrying drugs and were child molesters. This is what I said as I pointed to Dega’s car.

So we made it back to Chik fil a with I hope enough time to get Chris home never heard!

Carson is over at a friends house so we swung by there for Stefan to jump out and pick up Carson’s car. Headed back to Carsons for another fun filled night at the crib. We stayed up to late, ate all of his expensive organic food and watched Step brothers while we fell asleep.

We woke up the next day everyone rested and grabbing some more delicious bagels thanks to Peggy and Randy. Most everyone showered, even Peggy had to help convince Mitchell to shower. (Imma miss that kid) We piled up into the Blue beast, Degas car, and Carsons car to head to the spot called the Jew school. Michael was still in pain from his run in with the electrical box and breaking his finger, I was sore from the stupid square rail, Steven barely even skated hard and still managed to get hella clips, Stefan was ready to skate ( I swear that kid smokes crack) and the rest of the rides were crying about going to the skatepark. So we agreed we would skate some street and head to the park. We were supposed to meet up with David Sizemore, Cody Porsche and some dudes but we had funn sticken to our selves. A few highlights of the day were Chico and Carson hitting a rail taller than them, Stefan getting creative with his yellow rail, Ritter hammering this curbed rail, getting chased out of the mall trying to skate this ledge and this was the best cop chase ever cause the van kept going dead, Stefan doin this crazy roll in, and skating this s rail at the underground target. All in all pretty good street day.

We packed up and were finally headed to the park and truly should have been on our way home. I was tired but new I would be the only one drivng. The only two people i would trust to drive were Michael and Kyle. Michael lost his liscence again, and Kyle was driving his car. Oh yeah that stupid cop stole my liscence when I was pulled over.

So we made it to the park just in time to find out they were rented out for a BMX session and would be closing soon. So we decided it was time to treat ourselves right. We wanted to eat nice. So we went where any people would go… APPLE BEES!!! HAHA just playing I know thats typical American. I had personally never been but Dega said he haid gift cards and would pay for our meals. So me him Michael and Austin sat together to ensure we ate right. On our way out the door I stopped to get a peppermint and Kyle thought the hostess was hot so I embarrass him and ask her to write down a fake number to give him and had him going. Turned out the lady wrote down the number to a reject hotline haha. Poor Kyle I pick on him to much.

So that sums up the ending to our trip. No big bangers, atleast none I can really speak about. You will have to see the film Stefan is working on. We just drove….

OMG, how could I forget the last thing we did as a group. We were pulling up on one of the last exits to leave GA and Chico is flipping out saying take the exit. Turns out it was his dads exit and we pulled over and met his dad there and he gave Chico 300 bucks to by some ICON 2’s at BLUE WALLACE SKATE SHOP (www.rollblue.com) just had to throw that in haha. Anyways I called Chris Smith cause I knew we were close to his house. He met us there we gave him some more BW gear and while on the roof of the van we took some team pics and thought itd be fun to do Blue Wallace trust falls and film it. Junk was so fun and was awesome footage. After lil Andrew jumped Mitchell was in his humpin mode and started to hump Andy which resulted in ppl jumping in and Michael putting Mitch in a body lock and resulted in a kicked over trash can and like always the boys in Blue decided to come and chat. I beat them into the parking lot and persuaded them that we were doing nothing wrong. and for those that know me well know I cant stand littering so of course when the cop saw us pull of he was gonna see all the trash. So I started scooping the trash up and got the juices all over me. I started to puke and we ran to gas station where Michael was taunting me making it worse as I gagged. I threw up a lil in the place and a lil outside but finally got my body washed off and we FINALLY hit the road.

Kyles got impatient and decided to deviate the group. We had stuck together the entire trip incase the van messed up, but since we got the tire fixed I guess he was confident to leave us in the fog. Neglecting to remember our headlights SUCKED, brake light SUCKED, the other rear tire SUCKED, and the list continous. Oh yeah that was one charge I forgot to tell you when we got pulled over, our brake light was out. So we let the chumps track on cause we had intentions to stop at the famour Raser gap at the GA TN state line. The fence was remodified, so the gap was different, we were walking around and found a bunch of different ways to utilize the gap. Michael wanted to do it a certain way but was unable to lift his bruised knee and had to poop. So my man Hawke Trackler stepped up to the plate and after several runs, one coulda been bad but had to hurt fall, landed the gap. Next was my man Chico, this kid is crazy something I have failed to mention this trip is details about Chico… but like I always say, wait till ya see the footage. So anyways I leave you with this, Chico decides he wants to get pulled by the van and go up the bank and stall. So I said cool and we got started just as the battery died on the camera. But he still wanted it, so 30 = fall, 35 mph = back farf stall, 40mph = 180 and 360 and then 45mph = 720 attempt, slick concrete and fall head first through the fence.. I thought the kid was dead. Sadly we have no evidence to this amazing feat other than some pics John Ritter has on his iphone. I will be sure to post the pics.

So thats about it. We piled up in the van, the other car had gone ahead. I am sure I left out a lot of details. Hawke and Stefan stuck around for the remainder of the week, we got a little bit more skating in and made a Nshville trip. No regrets though, it was an awesome experience and I appreciate everyone coming together to kill it. Coming together to believe in such a great thing. Blue Wallace is so much more than a skateshop. It is a reason to do what we do. I am excited about everything there is to come, BCSD, street comps, events, tours, and more. I hate it for the ones that live so far away we miss you guys and wish you were able to experience everything in BG, but we know you guys are down for the long run. Thanks for everyone support and that believes in Blue Wallace Skate Shop. I hope we see you in the near future. And thank you to all that fly the blue flag.

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