Putting a team together is something that’s been running around our heads for a good while. But the lack of time and our annoying tendency to work way more than the french average leaves us little room to take that step. Until that dreadful day : That day my friend Amen manages to get me out of the office earlier than usual to go rub some grip, you know, just to polish up my kneecaps. So we rendezvous at the Mosson Park in Montpellier - one of the few parks still untouched by those motherfucking scooters. We were all set for a good evening. But then Maxime arrives for his daily session, and quickly knocks the wind out my sails. The guy literally killed the park, without even warming up, he went on a 15 minute assault without putting a knee to the ground. It was beautiful, it was fluid, our very first Jacker rider had just dropped from the sky, and I wasn’t planning on letting him leave without asking him to roll with us. Done deal. So, pending a video-part stamped Jacker, here are a couple of photos of the beast. Welcome Maxime !