After a week of nursing a sore back, it was do or die on Saturday. Craig had to make it an early day because of a previously scheduled work commitment, so we met up around 3 and headed to the blue one. Bright sun, bad back, etc., all added up, but we managed to make do for a quick couple of runs, enough to get some grinds in. I wrenched my neck, but got some blue on the trucks.
Killer tile pattern.
The evidence is swimming with the fishes.
Craigers over death. Wanna see that again:
If it's any consolation, I threw my back out again lifting up garbage the day I got home.
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