Savanne River at 6:30 PM set up our camp and went straight for a swim at the river. This river water was as red as the rock and soil surrounding it. We had noticed over the past few days the rock formations changing to a red colour as did the rivers. So this water was eerie red, as you could not see a foot down into it. We had no idea what was around with this swamp like grassy red water banks. This reminded me of a particular time in my life, I was driving up the east coast of Australia in my six hundred dollar beater of a car with some really close friends of mine from the Comox Valley. My car over heated so we gave it a little time to cool off. We decided to find a river, as it was 35 plus out. Yuri, Tali, Bree and myself found a murky red water river similar to this one in Savanne. We ended up 40 feet out in the river when a stream of water 15 feet from us started to from making it seem that something really big was just under the surface of the water and was moving fast towards us. We screamed like 6-year-old girls as whatever it was got closer and closer. Three feet in front of me the unknown object changed directions straight towards Yuri, took out his legs and flipped him. I remember us swimming harder then I’ve ever swam before. So this Savaane River gave the boys and me shivers so we did not end up staying in long.
First off, I’d like to talk about my body falling apart on me.
1- Tennis ball bug bits on my forehead. I look like the chocolate eating monster out of the movie ’the Goonies” My helmet hasn’t fit right for days.
2- My knees are shot! They will never be the same, I walk like I’m 50 years older then I am.
3- I have never been known as the stinky foot MacKinnon. I still cant make up my mind who out of Ryan, Scott and Ross is the worse but these days my shoes are falling apart, I’m reusing socks day after day. I even scare off the mosquitoes with the smell of my horrendous feet.
4- I need a new Seat or bum!
5- My brothers don’t feed me enough! I eat the most out of us and they just don’t comprehend that I need this fuel to push on.
6- The most important thing to me is bathroom breaks! I eat a lot and drink even more. Anytime I stop to pee the boys just take off. They think I already stop too much to eat, let alone pee! So they just leave me, this kills me, as I have to work twice as hard trying to catch up.
This was how I woke up this morning. I hoped out of our tent and got mauled by mosquitoes. SMA-BRAP was at it again! Scotty’s laptop case was left out and was soaked, Rusty was the last one to use the lab top. This is how it went down.
Scotty: Ross why do you have no respect for other people stuff!
Rusty: Scotty get out of my face!
Scotty: All you have that’s yours is you I-Phone which you don’t let anyone near. Even your underwear is mine! Your selfish and only care about your own stuff.
Rusty: Selfish am I? While maybe I won’t carry any of your stuff anymore!
Next thing you know Scotty’s Therma-Rest mattress is 30 feet in the air thrown by Rusty, while he stares Scotty down! Ryan and I stand back laughing. In the end they resolve their dispute. We left at 6am, as our camping neighbours would not stop telling us about all the moose they have seen. We were told early mornings are when the most moose are seen, so we were up and ready to go by 6. On the road once again the closest thing to a moose was on a poster board. We did cross the Atlantic and Arctic Watershed where all steams east flow south into the Atlantic and all west waters from all streams flow north into the Arctic Ocean. It was pretty cool to past this point.
On the way into Thunder Bay we stopped at the Kakabeka falls, which were unreal! The water was really high which made these abnormally big and powerful falls. There were different lookouts all along the Cliff Sides. We enjoyed the moment and then got back on the road. We were riding straight into head wind. It was quite comical when the Thunder Bay cycling club past us without breaking a sweat, I was trying to keep up without showing weakness but the beads of sweat dripping down my face told it all. We arrived at the Britton’s household early where we had cold beverages and finger foods waiting for us. They are the most amazing people and nicest family. Can’t thank the Britton family enough for taking us in.
Sean Neville out!
Kakabeka Falls, Ontario. | Kakabeka Falls Kathy and Dave Hollinger, Peggy Mcintyre and our hero the original Hughie MAC! (Sorry Dad) | Sunset in Thunder Bay Rainbow Beach Provincial Park | The boys enjoying Northern Ontario's finest parks. | The feast put on by the Britton Family, Dave, Kathy, Pete and Meghan. | We love Sunshine! | Loving the sunset along Lake Superior.
HALFWAY across the Country the water starts to flow different directions | | Trying to stay away from the Black Flies. | Sunset in Savanne River | Beautiful Northern Ontario | Savanne River Campsite- Sean "The Caveman" Neville | Sean Neville basking in the sun. (We have not had it for a while!) | Savanne River Campground- Scotty and Ry got some colour eh! | Caveman Neville showing off. | With the sun, comes smiles, energy and brotherly love!
The day SMA-BRAP almost disintegrated.
It started like any normal day. Scotty smashed two green teas, Ry stayed quiet and visualized how he would win another yellow jersey and Sean ate about 14 peanut butter sandwiches. But things weren’t quite the same for me.
Maybe it was because of the lack of sleep or maybe it was because of the elbow Scotty delivered to my lower back in the middle of the night, but something had induced this hostile state I was in. I woke up in one of those ‘how can I annoy every single person around me moods’. For anyone who knows me well, I can go through stages like this and be as annoying as any Aqua song.. Case and point today. I made it my mission to initially get under the skin of the youngest Mackinnon. Little, naive Ryan never stood a chance. First, he left his socks in our room prior to leaving. Instead of grabbing them I made it a point to walk all the way outside to the entrance of our motel, to where the boys were packing up their gear, to tell Ryan he had left his socks in the room. Ryan could not understand why I didn’t simply grab the socks and bring them outside.
Next, I go to get my bike from the garage and notice one of our waterproof pannier covers sitting on the ground. Knowing it was Ryan who left it there, I brought my bike out front, which was a solid walk and told the boys that someone had left their pannier cover there. Ryan looked at me, shook his head and walked 200 metres to the garage to go get it. Five minutes later he was back. Knowing that I was making his blood boil I decided to start stirring the pot a little more announcing that we needed to set some ground rules for the rest of the trip. I said in a confident voice looking directly at Ryan: ‘we now need someone to scan our sleeping area prior to every time we leave because people keep forgetting things’. These little jabs continued for the first hour of the day.
To Ryan’s credit he stayed calm and did not attack at my attempt to rattle him. Scotty, however, was a different story. These little stressors I was causing the group continued to be absorbed into Scotty’s head.
Scotty prides himself on punctuality. If he says we are leaving at 9am, we have to leave at 9am. No sooner, no later. It did not impress Scotty when I strolled out casually to my bike at 9:15, taking another 10 minutes to lather myself up with about two litres of suntan lotion. The best way I can explain it is like this. I was being like the young, naïve child that goes to the zoo and begins to poke the monkey, who is sitting behind the cage, with a stick. The child just keeps on poking him while giggling and laughing. Eventually the Monkey becomes so infuriated and built up with anger he snaps. And if that monkey gets loose, bad things happen to the child. Well Scotty was the monkey today and he got loose..
We have been super busy at nights as of late with figuring out PR stuff, accommodations, our schedule, fundraising ideas etc… The prior night we had a massive list of things to get done and nothing happened as we all did our own thing. So, while biking in the morning, it didn’t go over so well when I yelled from the back of the pack: “if Scotty didn’t fall asleep at 7pm every night, maybe we could get all this stuff done!” The zookeeper had just let the monkey out of its cage. Scotty unleashed a fury of words on me (both good and bad) and a full fledge debate had begun. The day was so beautiful too, so it must have been priceless for vehicles passing us to see two bikers side by side having a full on yelling match. The first verbal fist-fight lasted about 20 minutes, but was started all over again when after we called it a truce I decided to take one last jab at him, muttering under my breath that he was incompetent to lead our group. Neville and Ry stayed quiet and neutral for the most part, but when one of us said something funny or logical they were there to cheer us on.
When the biking fight finally ended we had a huge laugh and actually replayed some of the highlights of the debate. Almost critically analyzing key points of it as if we were TSN or ESPN analysts. All and all it was called a draw. I think one massive fight like that was long overdue and we all figured that it was healthy to unleash on one another!
In my opinion, the ride was by far one of the easiest legs of the trip. The sun was shining and we had a nice tailwind, which made life so much easier. One element that is has begun to kill us is the flies and Mosquitoes. I honestly thought we had passed the worse when we left the Prairies. I can’t complain though because Neville gets it the worse. Eating lunch today was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of the trip. Not only are you sweating profusely from the heat, you are constantly surrounded by bugs trying to devour you. And these aren’t little B.C flies. They are jacked black flies that must be on some sort of growth hormones. Neville might have 30 bites on his forehead alone. One bit me so badly on my head I began to just start bleeding from it. My respect went up immensely for those labour workers now and in the past that have to deal with this day to day.
Other then the early morning fights, the bugs and Ryan winning another yellow jersey the day went by very smoothly. We arrived in Upsala at around 6pm at a very cheap campsite and went for a swim in the refreshing Savanne river. Stoked for Thunder Bay tomorrow!
Rusty out
Scott Mackinnon (BA ’07) understands that the world is so much greater than the space within which he exists. It’s a point he undoubtedly learned while watching his once vibrant grandfather slowly lose his battle with Parkinson’s disease, and one that was driven home while maturing as a young man at the University of Lethbridge. Now, as he cycles with his three brothers (Sean, Ross and Ryan) across Canada in memory of his late grandfather Neville ‘Baha’ Munro, he’s reminded of that lesson every day.
“I always told my brothers what a supportive, passionate, loyal and aware community Lethbridge was,” says the former Pronghorns men’s basketball player and native of Comox, B.C. “It’s just pretty cool that they are able to experience that first hand now. My experience here at the U of L definitely led me towards doing something like this – to be more socially aware and more conscious of something way beyond myself and something more important than myself.”
The Mackinnon brothers, left to right, include Ryan, Ross, Scott and Sean. Here they are in Dr. Jon Doan’s kinesiology lab after a brief tour of the facilities.
Biking for Baha was an idea hatched between the brothers years ago. Their grandfather had wanted to cycle across Canada after being diagnosed with Parkinson’s at age 60. A special bike was built for him by his eldest son (their uncle) but his declining motor skills never allowed for the trip to take place. In 2003, Baha passed away but his dream lived on.
“The last few years, riding across Canada became a big interest of mine and it became a huge conversation piece between us,” says Mackinnon. “We started talking about it but things always seemed to get in the way. This year, all of a sudden, all four brothers fell into a place where there was time to do it and so here we are.”
The quest to cross Canada and raise funds for Parkinson’s research began May 19 on the B.C. coast and passed through Lethbridge May 30-31. The goal is to dip their tires in the Atlantic Ocean sometime in July, all the while raising one dollar for every kilometre they cycle, as well as an additional dollar for the distance Baha would have covered for a total of $40,075. The Michael J Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research is the recipient charity.
Coming through Lethbridge was a homecoming for Mackinnon and an opportunity to show off the University community he grew so close to during his time as a Pronghorn.
“Coming through Lethbridge was the best thing that could happen to us,” he says. “We’re pretty inexperienced touring cyclists so once we got through the mountains, Lethbridge was a key morale boost for us. It’s been so good to see Travis Grindle and Eoin Colquhoun, coach Dave Adams and a lot of the people I really respect and look up to. The effort they put in to helping us, we’re all taken aback by it.”
The group spent two nights in Lethbridge, participated in an evening fundraiser, met kinesiology professor Dr. Jon Doan, toured his lab and learned about his work with local Parkinson’s patients.
The generosity and open arms that greeted the group was exactly what he expected.
“I absolutely loved the U of L because of the small community,” says Mackinnon, who went on to earn a bachelor’s degree in education at Queen’s University and just completed his first year of teaching at an international school in Manila.
“I loved how you would be walking through the halls here and everyone would say hi. You have the small class sizes, everyone was friendly, and on the court, the crowds and the community support that you get here is amazing. You just couldn’t ask for a better place to go to school and I would recommend to anyone to go here.”
The group has now made its way through Saskatchewan and into Manitoba, and can be tracked via their blog (bikingforbaha.weebly.com).
For Mackinnon, as much as the ride is personal, it continues to drive home the universal lesson he learned long ago.
“I’ve thought about my grandfather on this ride more than I have in a long time and it’s one of the best things about this,” he says. “It’s really refreshing what an influence he had on our lives and what an inspiring man he was. It’s also allowed me to learn so much. Ignorantly, I didn’t realize how many people were affected by Parkinson’s and it’s really cool to be able to know there’s that support network out there and that we can help towards finding a cure, towards something that can help these people cope with this terrible disease. It’s been very eye opening.”
GET THE FACTS
• The Biking for Baha team was greeted by a group of local cyclists as they made their way into Lethbridge. The Lethbridge Lodge provided them with two nights accommodation, while Backstreat Pub and Coco Pazzo’s chipped in meals
• Mackinnon played for the Horns over two different stretches, from 2000-2002 and again from 2004-2007, scoring 862 points in 85 career Canada West games
• A true blue Pronghorn, Mackinnon and his brothers were given Horns basketball shirts by head coach Dave Adams. “I’ll always be a part of Horns nation,” says Mackinnon. “I love this place. If I could get a teaching job in southern Alberta I’d come back in a second.”
• Mackinnon will return to Canada to look for a teaching job after one more year in the Philippines
• To donate to Biking for Baha, visit www.michaeljfox.org orwww.bikingforbaha.weebly.com
This story first appeared in the June 2012 issue of the Legend. For a look at the entire issue in flipbook format, follow this link.
Ryan Mac here.
Big shout out to Noah Lewis! A long time friend of the MacKinnon family just recently accepted a basketball scholarship to Mount Royal University. We would like to say we had a part of his success but if anything we may have regressed his skills. Not only is he a athletic phenom, Noah also won the Osler Shield from Highland Secondary which acknowledges the student who has the highest GPA in their grad class. All four of us boys combined couldn't come close to reaching Noah's 4.0 GPA. (Brought down severely by Rusty failing Physical Condition 11). Noah we are proud of you and can't wait to have you around as a coach at the Mac Bros BBALL Camp.
Today, I have realized that visually and physically, the MacKinnon boys have seen better days. This morning I woke up early way before any of the other guys (Yes, even before Scotty!). I crept out of my tent in excitement to see rolling black thunderous looking clouds in every direction. I sat outside on a picnic table and watched in awe as I realized that each of us have the exact same physical appearances, mannerisms, sleeping and eating patterns to certain animals. Here is my brief description of our animal personas:
Sean Neville “The Orangatang”: Often is lethargic, hair is everywhere and just literally hangs out and does whatever he likes and scratching whatever he likes. He has a calm personality until someone sets him off where everything goes awry.
Rusty “The Sloth”: For those who don’t know how sloths roll. They go by the 23:1 Ratio. 23 hours of sleep a day and 1 hour of eating. Enough said.
Scotty “The Black Widow”: Ultra-skinny legs and often is out creeping around. When you see a black widow you often are frightened and don’t want to be near it. His rain paints now have a massive rip that expose his paper clip legs. No one trusts the black widow.
Ryan "The Lion": (written by the others) The King of the Jungle! Simply put he does what he wants, when he wants.. No need for a shower EVER because his immaculate mane is perfect at all moments. His mane his massive, which makes him larger in stature and intimidating to others around him.. And for some strange reason the mane is off a little bit, he has the rest of his peasantry to fix it. The Lion runs all.
This morning just prior to us leaving the campsite, Rusty’s continued to begin his day in typical fashion. He has started to change daily into his spandex, but it must be on an object elevated off of the ground. This is so then he does not get his feet dirty. By doing so, this has resulted in Rusty changing on picnic tables, logs, hanging from branches or even trying to balance on a bike seat. This is by no means athletic, every morning I am entertained to see Ross try and manipulate his body to fit into what I call the “unfitable”. The unitard spandex doesn’t adapt to his inability to balance or show any sort of athleticism. Every day Scotty and I end up breaking out in laughter as Ross scrapes himself off of the ground after a fall.
Our morning flew by, we cruised at a decent pace and had zero problems with rain. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon where something went terribly wrong. Scotty, who had been relatively quiet all day, was shook up from a downpour of rain. We slowly crept our way along the highway as the trees hung over the highway and marshes became eerie and lonely. Eventually, it was just us and the massive raindrops accompanying Scotty’s feeble brain. This is where he lost it. His world came to a crashing end. In typical fashion he was behind the pack but this time I did not hear grimaces of pain. It was nearly five minutes of enraged madness. At the top of his lungs, biking with no hands, staring into the skies reaching for help he yelled:
1) What are you waiting for!?!?!
2) Unleash your fury!!!!
3) Is that all you have got!?
4) You will never take my freedom!!!!!!!!
We officially thought Scott had lost his mind. Sean at one point was considering taking him aside to have a one on one talk, older brother to older brother. Which I might have to set up soon.
It is crazy how many people have helped us over our journey already. We are all starting to think that everyone might be helping us because they feel bad. To say the least we do not look good. We all have massive bags under our eyes, clothes are ripped and dirty and all have horse jockey bodies(but on over six foot frames, not a good look). We are now in Ignace and are pushing to Thunder Bay in two days.
Also, just a shout out to a group of guys we actually met on our first day in Mission, B.C. Joey, Max and Ira are currently riding in hopes of raising money for the Easter Seals Camp that helps children with disabilities succeed. Pretty cool story! Their website is www.8000kms.ca
Goodnight! Ryan
The Boys made a "Biking 4 BAHA" sign at the side of a Sand Bluff beside the highway. The Ox doesn't need to stretch. Good thing there are no Moomel Signs, then we would have been really screwed. Sean Neville with a tennis ball bump from an insect bite.(Decent Facial Hair too)
Yesterday we had 2 emails that really touched the four of us.
The first was from a very good family friend named Jenna Moore. Jenna has been like a little sister to us for her entire life and is one of the sweetest and cutest girls you will ever meet. Completely surprised by the email, Jenna mentioned, “She was following our blog, was wishing us luck and thought what we were doing was really cool” Before Jenna emailed I had an OUT! I could have said something had happened and bailed halfway through the trip, now with our little sister cheering us on, I finally realized I have to FINISH, my legs will hurt for another 32 days. Thanks Jenna. (Ha ha)
The second was from a lady named Rosemary Parr from Scotland. We have zero idea how our story reached her across the water in the motherland but it was touching to read her email about her vested interest in Parkinson’s. Rosemary’s father has had Parkinson’s for 20 years now and possessed all of the same attributes that Baha did. She spoke of her opportunity to watch how strong the human spirit can be and what her experience as a primary caregiver has been like with her father. Her email touched all of us. Being that Baha’s heritage (Munro), Grandma Mary’s heritage (McFarland) and our father’s heritage (Mackinnon) all stem from Scotland we thought it was pretty fitting that our first international contact was from the land of Kilts and Haggis. Our father an avid Scot spent years shocking us all with his horrifying chicken legs every Robbie Burns Day. Hughie Mac patented getting married in a kilt in the Canadian Mackinnon Clan and it has been mentioned a few times that if we do not get married wearing our pladed colours there is a possibility of banishment from the family.
I feel as though we are being tested. That my brothers and I are placed smack dab right in the middle of a video game and are trying to conquer it. Every time we pass a test or level we move onto the next with, Halifax being the culmination and the final step. Each level gets harder and more complicated, with different settings, Natural Elements to defeat and challenges. For example:
Level 1 (BC to Waterton): Imposing mountain passes thrash your legs as you gain elevation and the temperature drops, potential Bear attacks keep you on your toes at all times. When you finally complete this level we feel like a voice over plays ominously “Proceed to Level 2”
Level 2 (The Prairies): Alberta and Saskatchewan turns into a land of false hope. Mirages of towns far off in the distance never seem to get any closer, at anytime you can feel the winds shift and begin to continuously hammer your mind and body, imaginary animals like Buffalions and Moomels begin to tease you, there is zero greenery which means the bland colors begin to wash together and all you see is farm fields, “NO MORE EARTH TONES” and finally the horizon looks like it falls off the end of the Earth. “Proceed to Level 3”
Level 3 (Manitoba and Northern Ontario): Prairie thunderstorms roll in exactly when you cross the border pounding you with rain drops the size of the bug bites on Sean Neville’s forehead, but these are not your average rain drops, They are intelligent rain drops that seep into every crevice you have in your rain gear and bags soaking everything you own. The landscape turns into an abyss of wilderness of the everlasting boreal forest and a land of a thousand lakes. The rolling hills have zero pay off like the mountain passes of BC as you know there are about 5,000 more to come. Northern Ontario then decides to combine all of the elements of the previous Levels adding Head Wind that somehow whips through the narrow road and acts as a wind tunnel.
I assume Level 4 in Southern Ontario will be a task of zero possibility, something that is terribly difficult to achieve. I am guessing something like being the General Manager of the Toronto Maple Leafs and actually leading them to a playoff spot. ZING!!!!
Basketball and Hip Hop Music go hand in hand. It doesn’t matter if you are a baller from New York City or from Mortlach, Saskatchewan if you are a bball player stereotypically you end up liking Hip Hop Music. I was no different. In high school being 6’4, 155LBS I was not the most intimidating person. (Being nicknamed Mcskinny did not help either) So I ultimately adopted a different self proclaimed persona, a crazy bad and tough, Rapping/MCING big dawg named “Scotty Mac” As I had zero rapping skills, could not rhyme, stuttered on my words constantly and had no idea what a kid from middle class Vancouver Island should be rapping about, I began to sample famous rappers lines and just input my name where theirs was. Counterfeiting their work as my own. One such rapper was named Obie Trice (A Detroit native, prodigy of Eminem and Dr.Dre). One of his famous lines at the beginning of the Eminem song “Without Me” went like this “Obie Trice, Real name, No Gimmicks”. In typical Scotty Mac fashion I creatively adopted this to “Scotty Mac, Real name, No Gimmicks” and used it on everyone, professing it as mu own and so our story begins.
Wrapping around one of the endless hills between Kenora, Ontario and Dryden (Home of Chris Pronger). Tired, confused and rattled we looked up to see a massive touring bus with a large container of equipment attached to the back parked on the side of the road. At the lake to our right are four guys pretending to fish and laughing contagiously. Immediately my spirits are picked up as I am tired of hearing Russ sing songs to do with rain and just want to speak with someone else. Pulling up along the side of the lake we exchange waves and Russ and I slow down to speak with these guys. Ryan in full on Ox mode plows past grunting to himself “Pump, Pump, Pump” while Sean Neville stops in the middle just excited to finally have sometime to eat. (The kid has a hollow leg) Within seconds our four new buddies go off excitedly telling Russ and I about the Moose, Bears and MOUNTAIN LIONS they have just seen ahead. Russ and I begin to speak with them and immediately find out they are from Detroit and headed to Winnipeg. They are extremely interested in our crew and why we would be on our bikes in the middle of nowhere in Northern Ontario. For the next 15 minutes I honestly feel like I am part of a Saturday Night Live Skit that went on something like this.
Characters:
4 brothers who are inexperienced touring cyclists from retiree Comox Valley meet- 4 Hardcore Hip Hop Artists from Detroit CITY!
Setting:
Something both groups are unfamiliar with, how about Northern Ontario a land of a thousand lakes, zero people, Moose, Bears, Cougars, endless rolling hills, pouring thunder storms and seriously condensed trees.
AND SCENE BEGINS
The four of them pepper us confused with what we are doing, why we would choose to cycle across the country, where we sleep at night and if we are afraid of wild animals. Russ and I answer as best we can, generally not knowing the answer as we know about as much about the wilderness as they do. Finally Russ asks a brilliant question, “ Did you guys rent that touring bus.” “Where did you get it from” Still not knowing who the four of these Detroitonians are, the talkative one of the bunch steps up and says, “ Actually I am a hip hop artist and we are on a tour, I am…” Before he can finish, I interrupt him knowing who he is because of seeing an advertising poster in Lethbridge, Alberta and watching him live in Australia 8 years earlier. I yell directly in front of him in my best hip-hop, shower rapping, tough hip-hop voice, one hand raised in his face “Obie Trice, Real name, No Gimmicks”. The look on Obie’s face of bewilderment, confusion and then recognition was something I will never forget. He gives me a nod of respect and goes in for the intimidating handshake, chest bump. For those of you who know me, you know I am probably the most awkward person in the world. Anytime I try and be smooth I mess it up, especially with handshakes. I am notorious for screwing up the Handshake/Chest Bump. Without any preparation for Obie going for the handshake, I immediately decide that I am going to let my hand go limp and not try not to do anything at all. Obie grabs my hand and flips it 2,000 different directions in a wickedly cool succession of snaps, daps, fist pounds and finally culminating in a serious full on chest bump. If you have ever seen Austin Powers when he gets his mojo back, that happened at that exact moment to me. I walked away from Obie with more swagger than at any other moment in my life. As the only experience with celebrities in my life was meeting hockey legend Howie Meeker and having him demand that my Dad and I open a door for him, it was really cool to see how genuinely nice, considerate and interested in us Obie was. As different as our lives are, he really wanted to see where we were coming from. The same can be said for us as we all wanted to know was “What life was like on the road”, “What it was like to be a rapper”, "How cool is Eminem" “If 8 Mile was really like they described it in the movie”? Russ was convinced he was hiding 50 Cent in the trailer.
Our conversation ended with Obie referring to us as “ Real (Insert Bad Word here) G’s” I would say Obie calling us “G’s” is the equivalent to Prince William calling someone royalty. For the first time in my life I had the street credit that I deserved.
“Scotty Mac, Real Name, No Gimmicks!”
P.S. When we left them Russ had a smirk on his face, I asked what was up and he told me he was seriously considering asking Obie to have a freestyle rap battle with him. And so goes the life of Brother Rusty.
Hanging with Obie Trice and his crew | Northern Ontario wild wild wilderness | The striking red granite rock walls | Obie back again! | The clouds that have been harassing us. | Killing our subs at Safeway |
We moved into the Top 5 Team Fox Fundraising teams of 2012 with $23,500! Thanks for everyones help and generous donations! We promise we will continue to work our butts off to fundraise even harder! Thank you for everyones support.
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