A month late and a buck short...
The Return to your Roots Ground Zero BOND tour was a fresh breath of air. Nothing like reliving the glory days. Nostalgia, yadda yadda. Thanks to everyone who made the horrifying trek to San Pedro. Not many people made it out, but those that did proved their worth in spades.
We played a total of 3 maps, which just so happened to be the same 3 maps I played on my first run ever. The first map, "Ground Zero", was beautiful. When I played for the first time, we cautiously ran down Western on a huge hill, ending up in a expansive skin destroying thorn patch. I remember dragging my way through with my elbows military style with Dylan and Gus, eventually making our way to the neighborhood stretch. Shit was epic.
This time around I drove, encountering MANY exciting chase battles. Highlights of the night include busting my lady Pix, but losing her partner... only to end things off in a pedal to the medal chase down at the last 100 feet of the map. We narrowly missed him, David slamming full force into the concrete wall. No time to risk slowing down for safety sake. For Death and Glory. Also, several times on the map we passed a jogger clad in grey wearing a bright high visibility blinking safety light on his forehead running down the middle of the street. Only in the last few moments of the map did we realize it was one of the Godfathers, JUSTIN, who decided to go balls out and run clearly in the open. We tagged him in the last block of the map, but in my mind... he made it. And does anyone remember the fucker in the hatchback burning around the median doing personal time trials, nearly clipping several people?
The second map, "Home of the Sailors", was rad and went off without a hitch. The pitch black park at the center of the map was a great place to catch your breath if you were lucky enough not to get stabbed by gangsters. I believe David Ra's car, filled with chaser Luke Silas did not manage to catch a single person... correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember seeing fury in Lukes eyes... After that, a bunch of kids bounced, but there was enough hardcore folks who stuck around for the third... a ridiculous sprawling vista called "The Busy Bee".
I drove yet again as no one wanted to volunteer. The first 25 minutes we didn't see a single soul. It was quite contrasted to the first map where we saw plenty of action. Eventually we caught one person, but that was about it. As the time was called, we realized that one of our group was MIA. A few phonecalls later, and we realized that he was several miles away... in the EXACT SAME SPOT where some friends and I had wound up when we got disconnected from the locals and wound up horribly lost the first time I played. I don't think he was having fun, but it was the fucking perfect way for me to end the evening.
Thanks to everyone who came out. I hope we make it back down to San Pedro again. Thanks to Justin and Ivan for putting the time into making the official maps, and hosting everyone in their little town. Those of you that didn't make it, you're blowin it.
PS. I'm still looking for this camera. I believe it was left in someones car. Look for it, I'd really appreciate it.
PS. Did anyone read all of this shit?
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