When Christian was visiting from England, we drove the grid. One of the things he talked about, was the lack of pools where he is from. It really is a southern California, Arizona, southwest thing. If we are speaking of pool abundance, this is where they are in numbers. He wanted to drive the grid and see how we do exactly what we do.
The second day that he was here, it rained a bit. Perfect morning for a drive. I loaded up the buckets and everything. I wanted him to earn it. We stopped at the Gorilla pool and bucketed this permission pool so that we might skate it later on. There was quite a bit of rainwater in it. He thought that it looked impossibly steep. I informed him that he was looking at it incorrectly. We don’t really ride straight up and down a pool wall. You carve up and across it. This makes the transitions much larger and usually easier to get to the top.
We drove the grid. We found a pool or two. Junk mostly. It was interesting for Christian. Friends stopped by later and we had a backyard pool day. Experience. Roots. The basis of all things radical.. Good friends. Good times. Thank you to William Sharp for the images. Skate- Ozzie