Court and Dickborg gave the green light for a new score (although rumor has it Joseph Dirt might have found it first? -- who cares). First stop, the mandatory meet up at the Foundry, our second to last as the place is going under. Will miss the tiki trees.
And the Cowtown Ramp is now long gone. Rumor has it that it will be rebuilt with a slightly different layout in the near future. Fingers are crossed.
Captain Dickborg would rather fight than switch. Well, actually, he's kinda being forced to switch living accomodations.
We make our way to the new gem. A little clean up ensues, but it is an amazing bowl. The evidentiary sticker goes down, but a weird layer of dried up algae or something makes me think the evidence ain't gonna stick on this one.
Hoss dials in the BSG.
Craiggers got stairs in 2 or 3 tries.
Bad back don't stop Dickborg from charging stairs too...
And FSG. The grind going that way was kind of crazy as the death box is so close to the light you almost have to do both of them or risk coming in and clipping a wheel on the death. We had our 20 minutes, then to play it safe we bolted. Don't want to overstay our welcome on our first visit; we wanna come back again...
Then it was on to the burn victim. As usual, I spent most of my time skating and not taking photos, but I did get a fuzzy one of Court from the inside of the burned building, FSG. All in all, a good day of shredititude.
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