Evidence CXVIII: Three in One on Easter

So I guess I forgot to mention in my last post that my back is way, way better, the sacroiliitis is mostly gone, and so I rolled around a little at the Dust Bowl. Easter Sunday hit, and after waking up late due to kegball festivities and then the Angry Samoans show (which was killer!), I had a great brunch with Hoss and his family, and then tended to some shit. But as the afternoon wore on, it was time to shred. Called up Joe, who said he had some new ones, and met up at his place with Craig and Hoss. Went worst to best. Scoped the above pool, but high profile situation meant that we will have to figure it out -- there might be people living there, hard to tell. First pool to ride was a kinky little sumbitch, but we got our grinds. It is a Master Pools pool, with registration #2617. Would it be possible to call those guys up and complain? “Remember when you built 2617? A little shoddy, guys. See if you can work out those kinks in the future.” Cool and heavy aluminum diving board, though. We got our grinds and split.

Pool #2 was super high profile: low, see-through chain link fence, nosy neighbor peeping us as we walk in, and right when we entered the yard there was a dog walking on the cinder block wall at the side of the house, barking up a storm and heading toward us. It actually quieted down quickly as we commenced commencing. Good bowl, Anthony coping that had been painted over with cool deck surface, very cool tile work, and a tight little rocket pocket in the shallow. We got our grinds but since it was so high profile we decided to bolt. I wanted to get a photo of someone skating before we left, and Hoss took one or two more runs, but the photo was shitty and everyone wanted to leave so we did. On the way out, we got stared at by the same civilian. I wondered out loud how many times people have called the cops on us with a description of our car, but then got there too late. Do they save the descriptions of the car? Do they add it all up?

Third pool was the gem, nice ladyfinger coping, good bowl, and a weird little Roman feature on one side. Cool tile work on the wall around the pool pump. This was also a little high-profile, so we got our grinds and kept it short. We wanted to head to the Dust Bowl but we were losing light, so we called it a day and Dirt’s roommate Andy cooked us some brats. Thanks! No, we didn’t skate any eggs on Easter, but I’ll take three of the others.

Dirt knocks the cope loose in the shallow...

 

...hits stairs and returns to the deep for a cruncher.