I reckon people are going to be blown away by this guy’s stuff in the new Cliché video, especially his ender. I’ve been a fan of Pete Eldridge’s flow ever since I saw that ridiculous 9 minute section he had in the Bootleg 3000 video ten years ago. There’s something so sick about how violently he stomps every flatground trick, it’s almost insolent. Give it another viewing if you haven’t watched it in a while, as far as combining power and finesse goes, this is as good as it gets.

You might as well watch his Mystery section while you are at it…

The team decided to make it more obvious to girls that we needed to see their tits. Actually it didn’t work at all.

This was the closest we got.

One of the many stops in gas stations through France. This one saw many lines from everyone, despite how much it stank.

A crew of little rippers joined the session. This kid was skating really fast and doing nice 180 boneless out of the curb. Est ce que tu aimes skateboarding?

We headed to Jean Marie’s house in Biarritz to set up another BBQ, and everyone instantly got connected to his wifi. Some stood outside playing guitar and smoking though, like Mathieu and Sergio.

That was Jean Marie’s garden. At night I managed to put my foot inside that stupid, rusty, metal chair and had trouble getting it out. Leg’s gonna be itching for a few days.

This bank spot is right in front of Jean Marie’s house so we headed there and skated until it was too dark to see. Nick Fiorinni, switch bluntslide switch flip out.

Never a bad time to work if you’re a filmer. I think that was 2 hours after we were supposed to hit the road to Bordeaux.

Some random highway stops. That’s Ricky and a spinning head after taking a piss.

One more stop on the way to Bordeaux. Jan, late at night, drinking while truck drivers go back to their routes.

Jarne took care of the tooth brushing with beer…

And Guillaume went for the red wine.

Nassim was trying to skate, and we had to keep quiet to avoid the security guard. This is what you have to do when you really want tranquility.

Phil killed it as the second angle man.

No comment.

We drove to Vienna that night to go to a party. Jarne warmed up with some Jagermeister.

Murl came prepared with ear plugs. And an ear infection.

And what better way to torture our hung over companions than to start the Hotbox challenge (heaters on full, windows closed) without telling them. There was only one shot at this so they had to suffer. We managed just short of an hour before Poju blew it by opening the back door whilst we idled at a service station.

Hugo takes his job seriously. All of them. Eating hot quiche at 110Kph can be taxing.

Eventually we made it to this place and broke out the genny. Everyone had woken up by now and the session went off. Eventually we went in search of booze and shelter for the night.