Been lagging on blogging, hence I am combining two skate missions into one post (and still have today's mission to write about). We hit the red coping bowl a couple days ago. Six of us cram in Joe's truck, park in front, and stroll in like we own the place. I smell fresh paint, and there are some Maxim mags in the carport. We start cleaning out the rain water, and two tatted up vatos come out, screwdriver in fist. No troubles though, likely because there were six of us and we all had boards. Joe asked if he lived there, and he replied yes. Bullshit... those guys were stripping copper or something. But they didn't care if we skated, or so they said. They watched for a second then left. We sessioned. Craig got the death.
Jesse got death too.
Evidence. Before we bailed, the dudes came back. Put us a little on edge -- did they get some other dudes to come and roll us? They asked for a lighter and watched the session wind down. We got out unscathed.
Then yesterday we bolted to the West Side. First mission: pebbletech pool. Killer tranny, killer ladder option, but slow. Still, grinds were going around. Joe Dirt steps lively over the ladder.
Killer tile and coping tile with blue highlights to match. The evidence continues to mount.
Then on to a tight one. The evidence was blurry.
Joe Dirt gets the f-side grinder in this one. Hoss got some grinds, but he also fell into the puddle of shit on the bottom, and then a bee stung him on the top of his head. Ouch, guy!
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