Last weekend Max trekked up to the hills outside Sacramento to hit an outlaw race and get one last taste of Norcal terrain before it got too cold and rainy. Despite its extremely remote location—the road we were racing was deep in the woods, far from any civilization—and the dawn start time, the race was busted by cops in airplanes before anyone even got a practice run.
After driving 500 miles and getting up at 5am, we were not going to let something as minor as the law prevent us from skating; so we drove even further into the woods and spent all day sessioning what was the locals’ best road. Here’s how it went down.