Happy 4-0 to Dixon. Rained all day the day before and the day of the party, then stopped at around 8PM. Dixon got out the torch, as nothing was going to stop him from getting his birthday grinds.
They got half of the ramp (20') dry, and commenced commencing. We stayed up way past my bedtime, but fun was had by all.
The next day, as eveyone was nursing their hangovers, Hoss and I did some recon in the nearby neighborhoods. Cool shape, but gnral cool deck and tight.
Good tranny, and crazy shallow end bars, but gnarlycool deck.
Gnarly cool deck that has had tile applied to the top and face.
Steep and deep Roman, gnarly cool deck. Also: caught by the resident, just after the next door neighbor saw us in the alley and said, "Can I help you?" in that patronizing, annoying tone. I told her we were pool workers looking for jobs. Basically true.
Another cool deck pool, but maybe some potential. Unfotunately for us, all of these were lived in, or appeared that way. Might have to knock on some doors.
"Punk's Not Dead" in the alleys in Tempe.
Hoss peepin'.
In the words of the almighty Sam Patterson: "Sometimes skateboarding involves not skateboarding."
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