This has got to be one of the coolest pool stories I’ve got to tell. We learned a valuable lesson at this pool. It never hurts to ask.
See, me and Mike have been cruising the West San Fernando Valley the last few months searching for pools. After stopping at a camera store, Mike said he saw a pool up the street from there, so we hopped back into the car and began driving up the street. We were looking hard. We saw a diving board on the side of a house where some construction was going on so we jumped out to check on the pool. DAMN! it’s in the middle of getting finished.
Around the next corner we see the same scenario and ask the workers if there’s a pool. “No hablo Ingles!” Mike starts to go for the side of the house then turns around when he realizes the people are home. We still haven’t gotten to this featured pool, but that’s what we get to next.
Mike McKinnis throwing up some smooth carves under the blue California skies.
He spots the house and we jump out to the sidewalk and look over the
fence. Oh man, it looks good. We try to take in as much of it as we can
from the sidewalk since the people who live there are probably home. What
should we do? Jump the fence? Leave it for another day? Ask the home owner?
We finally talked ourselves into knocking on the door and asking what they’d
think and if we could have a look. We fully expected to be denied but instead
they said go ahead and take a look. What a beauty! It had 2 large cracks in the side walls so it couldn’t hurt the pool at all if we rode it. Now it was time to put on a good face and convince Suzanne to let us film and
ride the pool. She was really cool as long as we signed a waiver and didn’t destroy her backyard. Arrangements were made to come back by on Saturday and get the party started.
“Can’t that thing pump any faster?!”
Once the pump get clogged up it’s time to get dirty. (This shit stank!)
Even under this muck, the transitions cleaned right up.
Me getting the first grind on this stiff virgin coping.