On my second to last day in Phoenix, the plan to skate sort of fell apart -- people didn't have time, etc. Hoss suggested we check out a pool that my buddy Joe gave me a tip on. That's where we started, but the pool had been filled with water. We turned to our friend Gargle Earth, and found several more in the neighborhood. First, the blue one above. Shallow looks tight, surface is likely slippery, but deep end could make up for that. Below, this pool had bull nose, and the surface looked like cement without plaster. Definitely looked killer. Both houses were lived in, the latter with a car with punk stickers on it, so we knocked but got no answers. We'll save 'em for next time.
A couple more were nearby, so we did some scoping...
Hip death box?
Turd...
Last session happened the next day, more to come. Pass by this sign on the way, and it always cracks me up. I try to think of other signs that could use the same letter "V" -- you know, just beautiful art.
And on my final day, it was a treat to see that, despite the construction, the jizzmobile is still around. Wash that jizz off your car!
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