Joe gave Hoss and I the word to head over to the Foundry to meet up and skate a new one. We get there, and Nick Dephinger is there by himself. Apparently the dudes went to go clean the pool without us, wanting to keep the number of heads in the yard to a minimum. Then they'd come back for us. We waited... and waited... and 45 minutes later or so, the crew comes back. Clean pool. Full go. We piled into Joe's truck, parked, and hit the alley, Hoss flying his green jeans.
More evidence in 2013!
Gnarly, full-finger Anthony coping, with nature just beginning to take over. Below, Joe threads the tight line over the ladder and into the no-tranny wall, and Hoss gets it backside. Still can't get this damn thing to rotate photos.
Proving that sometimes there is light after death, Joe storms the deathbox then powers over the light. Gnarboots. Let's go back there...
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