“Grapacations” – the action of companionship among certain type of men, riding 20″ bicycles made for racing on a dirt.
Meet “The Artist” Rok L.Ž.
– the guy behind Grapa trails, the soul inventor of the underground spot that we’ve been trying to protect from destructing youth or uncoordinated elders that like to crawl around with just a little interest for a lap or two of butt dragging over the holy plastic cover that protect the soil art. without respect. without knowledge. without coin.
Annual Grapacations have begun when Wroth gathered the legion from NorthEast. Shajba. Bmx squad from Murska sobota milieu. Troopers dedicated to 2-wheeled recreational art. They came to hidden coulee on a first call and so did we. The rest. Festivity has begun.
Martin’s rock was our recreational ground that day. Besides the stoney pigmy in the middle of the river, there was a beast hanging over with 14-15m of height. We had to jump off. The water depth was less than Lebron’s extension. Enough.
After river exploit, we rolled back to woods. Less hot. More motivated to eat than to pump. Shred time.
The 3 night finale came too early again. Like last year. But sweater. Without any regrets wished farewells to brothers and let them go, to dig in and prepare to organise Shajba jam in Fall. It’s going to be epic!