Nolan navigates Hendersonville streets in search of lunchtime. With his bloodhound-like smelling senses, he was hot on the trail of the best sandwich shop in town.

Once we have arrived by way of skate to Hendersonville's finest institution of sandwich preparation, Nolan and I contemplate the menu while Rion spends some time with his best friend.

Just making sure none of our group has decided to stick their chewing gum underneath the table. Everything here looks clean. Carry on as usual.

Nolan shows Rion how he claws the poor sandwich to death before he actually takes a bite. "Like this," he says, showing his savage meat hooks.

Knees bent to absorb the sidewalk cracks, Rion coasts back to the office, attempting not to twist an ankle in his unfortunate choice of skate shoes.

After criminally breaking the law of skateboarding on the streets of Hendersonville, the Outdoor Sports duo scoffs proudly at their bold escape from the likes of police helicopters, swat teams, John Rambo, Homie the Clown, and other concerned citizens. After all, driving a skateboard while wearing the sales rep uniform is known to be punishable in 5 states, including North Carolina.