We left Stockholm and made our way east. A silver bullet speeding along a dark highway. Back on the road again. My Morning Jacket coming from the car's speakers. Cats and dogs from the sky. About 40 kilometers later we were struggling through a maze of trees, houses and barns looking for the thing we were looking for. And finally, after getting lost a few times, we arrived at our destination: The miniramp. Built by some sub-suburban heroes, this remote piece of grindable wonderland was as awesome as the legend foretold...
Smith grind by Mr. Lundén.
Kickflip by Mr. Almgren.