Alvin’s ramp was built for the BMX community, but if you are nice, he will let you skate it.

Backside ollie.

This year’s Gumball 3000 started in San Francisco, California and ended in Beijing, China. I attended but unbelievably I was a day late and missed the opening.

It was actually last year, this *ish is old.

An extreme display of wealth, power, and shallowness.

The starting line in S.F.

Destination # 1, Hollywood Blvd. in Los Angeles.

Headed to checkpoint #3 Newport Beach, following my friends Brandon and Mega in the Porsche, and Yo in the GTI.

Me cruising the L.A. to Newport leg. The 53 was rally ready, no navigation, no A.C., a non-working gas gauge, no stereo, and no spare tire.

The 53 leavin the Scion in the dust.

The Donkey Frog…Sucked!

San Diego checkpoint.

A slight detour from San Diego to Los Angeles in an attempt to get my Visa for entry to China. Should take about an hour.

From Vegas to North Korea, and it would take more than an hour to get my paperwork

sorted to get my car out there so I had to leave that ride in L.A. and fly to vegas.

A very nice private jet.

The airport in North Korea.

The cars were not on this leg of the rally.

Sarah Palin hasn’t been to North Korea.

Me and Max, founder of “Gumball 3000″ going out for skate session in North Korea. With 5 hrs. of sleep for the entire week, and the diet of Gandhi, I couldn’t make an ollie up the curb.

All male karaoke SUCKS for everyone but Dimitry!

Leaving North Korea

Loomis in first class.

First stop in China, Shanghai.

Jackasses

Pitstop in China en route to Beijing.

The road to the Beijing Olympics.

Not much of a wait to get in.

Track and Field

What an experience.

Dimitry, the loud asshole in the crowd with the painted “GO U.S.A.” face.

The Bird’s Nest.

The Water Cube.

Visiting the Great Wall.

Tianamen Square.

Fkn Delicious.

They’re not that bad with a side of ranch dressing.

Does not taste like chicken.

Klingon was in season.

“Just Say No” to Sheep penis.