Evidence II: Dead dogs smell bad

Met up with Dixon, Craig, Joe Dirt and Sean, head west then north. Met up with Nick at the spot, down the alley, and into the bowl. Smooth, killer right hander, tile coping, and I slapped my nuts first run, thought I was gonna puke. Everyone grinded, Joe Dirt got b-side air, Sean got f-side light-box, Craig got light-box, then on to the next one.

Apparently Court and Dixon had been scoping, but the presence of two guard dogs and a mysterious SUV in the front kept them out. SUV in the front turns out to be abandoned -- possible police chase vehicle ditch? -- and the asshole left his two dogs to die in the backyard. Advanced stages of decomposition in the Phoenix heat, but not enough to stop us from riding. Big Anthony coping, but not enough to stop the onslaught. Is that tough enough sounding for you? Cool Dolphin tiles.

Stumbled upon another empty on the way back to the car. Another killer day, thanks guys.

Left feeling like this at the end of the day: