Hoss, killer slash, second run. Most of his weight is below his board, 4-5 feet of vert.
Hoss got his first frontside death box.
Andrew sweeps it up, while Barney takes off the diving board.
Ladies and germs, the evidence keeps mounting. We scoped this one yesterday, and knew we had to go back. There was clearly nobody living there, but it was also clear that someone was working on the house -- there were tile cutting tools on the back patio, and a compressor was visible in the window. Whoever was working on it didn't seem to worry much about his shit getting stolen. Lucky for him, we were only after his pool.
We went back today with Andrew and the proper tools. We parked at the end of the alley, but we were spotted by a suspicious mook who stared us down. We relented, putting our tools back in my car and scooting out of there with our tails between our legs. We live for stealth.
We park at the other entrance to the alley, nearer to the house. The back gate was unlocked -- we checked the day before after hopping the fence to get in -- and we walked right in. Hoss and Andrew started sweeping, I iced the beers and looked for a way to remove the diving board. I found a screwdriver, and since there was only one bolt holding the board in the back and the other was rusted but barely hanging on, I chipped away at the fiberglass to try to work it out. I heard rustling on the other side of the alley -- I heard someone taking out the trash a few minutes before. this time he was on to us: John Q. Public. He asked what we were doing, and I told him we were cleaning out the pool. "Do you know the guy who just bought this?" he asked. No, just got a call from our boss, who got a call from the city. We check out dirty pools and drain and clean them to prevent mosquito infection and the spread of West Nile. "So you don't know the guy who bought it?" Nope, but do you have crescent wrench we could borrow? I need to take off the diving board. It's unsafe, if a little kid tried to stand on it he'd fall in and break his neck. John Q. Public was suspicious, but how could you argue with safety? He kept looking over the fence, and must have seen our boards, so I said that sometimes when we're done we get to skate them; perks of the job. He went to get the wrench.
I got the diving board free, Hoss and Andrew got it clean, and it had been five minutes and the guy hadn't returned. We decided to shred for five minutes and bail, and just as we started skating he showed up with the wrench. "Ever skate pools when you were a kid?" Hoss asks. The guy mutters an answer and retreats -- he seems like he doesn't care, but John Q Public can quickly turn into John Q. Vigilante. We decide on a few more minutes, just to get some grinds. The facewall was nice and round, big tile coping, but about 4-5 feet of pure vert. There was a killer bonus pocket on the right hand side that you could pump for speed. It was mildly cancerous and threw up a lot of dust, with numerous jets, but all in all a go. We cracked our beers, took a few more runs, then made our escape. Will the new owner realize that someone cleaned his pool for him? Will he care? Will he be stoked? We will skate this one again, but I hope those questions remain unanswered and we never see him face to face. What we do is not for (John Q.) Public consumption.
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