Court came through with the tip on this one. Big framed cover over it, smooth walls, looked like good tranny. Court couldn't make it that day, so Hoss, Brad, Craig and I investigated. Got the cover off, and things were still looking good. Foot and a half of water to bucket, and it wasn't that dirty. We get to work with the bucket brigade, and about half way through a consensus was reached: the drop in water level had exposed the dreaded face wall kink. This pool is a turd. Never to be dissuaded and always ready to make the best of a shitty situation, we got our runs in, and got our grinds in. Hoss gets the best slam award for hitting a nozzle on his way up. I was tired, felt like shit, and almost passed out. We split in time to check out the gem we skated the day before.
Even turds get some evidence.
Brad polished this turd with a gnarly shallow end grinder.
Back at the gem, Craig and Brad took care of business frontside. I sat out the session, but as darkness was looming I once again didn't get the greatest of photos.
Forgot the evidence the first time, but not the second.
On our way to skate Sunday my 1960 Chevy Apache took a dump on the freeway. Hammeke bailed out and got to skate with Craig while I sat in the 105-degree heat waiting for a tow. As I suspected: distributor problems, so not that big of a deal.
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