Spooner love seat grind
Last weekend was like every weekend for our crew. Insufferable craving for roundwall..deep glasses of beer & wine the night before, dreams of tiles & carving…yeah..that’s how we approach the weekends. I had worked a few days last week but spent Thursday & Friday driving the grid & reevaluating some potential pools in Salbaland. First– we call it Salbaland as does anyone in ‘the know’ simply out of respect for the man Steve Alba & his amazing contribution to skateboarding. The one salient fact that never escapes me is the particular area we visit, hunt & skate happens to be his home stomping ground, as it has been his entire life. If you want to know about pool skating, its history or the Badlands- ask Salba.
I had found this abandoned property in a fairly upscale neighborhood in Salbaland during a hot afternoon last September. It was late in the day, the air was thick & angry; the receding dirty sunlight scorching everything. I had been driving the grid for well over six hours and had come away with little more than two Anthony square pools complete with huge coping & much pain to inflict. The day was turning into a fucking ‘No Go”. I saw the burnt grass in a little cul-de-sac to my right & figured ‘What the hell!”. I pulled in & gave the property a cursory glance. The hot air had kept most inside and the closer houses revealed little activity. I pulled myself out of my Nissan ’shitbox’ & quickly made my way to the closest block wall nearest the car. I pulled myself up & saw the large pale blue, sun-washed sliding board perched like a lonely sentinel over a huge aomeba pool half-full of green pea soup water. Yuk! Excitement coursed through my veins & my pulse quickened. THIS is why I do what I do! I climbed over the wall & found a huge aluminum skimming net nearby. I upended it and ran the stick vertically down the transitions checking the radius… “the Salba stick test” as we call it. After checking a few things…ie- is the water on ? (doubtful, hence the dead lawn), electric? (doubtful, hence the pool filter not in use & green pea soup), and other important factors, I shot two pictures of the pool-one from each end. I photographed the mailbox & street signs with cross streets so I could find it quickly again. I thought of this pool often in the subsequent months & last Friday finally decided enough was enough. I grabbed my generator, assorted accoutrements, pool pump & drove over.
Zach grinding
Unbolting the fence, I made it accessible to get all my tools inside. Now, here it gets a bit gnarly. I am -virtually- trapped in the backyard if someone should come. Therefore- I stay fucking ‘ frosty’! Subsequently, the pool was drained & cleaned in eight hours. Sunday, I took a small, tight crew over then we carved & rode. We ripped six other pools then ended the day there. We rode a backyard pool never skated before and the looks on our faces told the story better than I ever could! Skate Strong/Skate long- Ozzie
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