Phelps worst crime is being kind of a douche. He's really funny and insightful at times, a hungry company cheerleader at others.
1998. Me and my buddies went to Europe. We stop in Marseille, France.
It's heaven on earth. Easy to ride, historic skatepark. Hash. Beaches. Good food. Hot girls.
After a day or two, Joey Tershay, Remy Stratton, Remy's brother, and Phelps show up.
Remy didn't interact or say a single word to anyone. Joey was not outgoing but friendly. Remy's brother was very nice. And then there was Phelps. Jake treated all the locals like gold. Overly polite, helping people up when they fell, didn't snake. But when it came to me and my two friends it was like a bad surfing movie. Snaking, talking shit, vibing. It didn't ruin my time there or anything, it just was kinda funny.