Steve Caballero shreds the Pink Motel's
pool facewall during a two a.m. shoot for
the upcoming Powell video. Even after
filming all day, he still skates strong with a
pumping frontside air and slashing
layback.
POOL HUNGRY
To pool hungry skaterz the stench of stag-
nant rainwater smells as sweet as a
chocolate peanut butter marshmallow malt,
with whipped cream and a cherry on top.
These famished fanatics crave shredded
coping but are not afraid to drink a little
slimy green algae-mold water as an apertif.
Many lost souls have never savored the
flavor of pool soup, which must be spooned
out in buckets from each new bowl before
grinders are served. Yes, the stuff is so icky
that even after it is emptied a brown
scumline remains to remind of what was.
And it smells bad on your clothing, too.
However, the true pool connoisseur is
glad to muff up his dinnerwear just to carve
the turkey. He will even eat lunch on the hot
cement in quest of a well-cooked session.
Ramp riding is dull and flavorless in com-
parison. Side to side orders of back and
forth, to and fro burgers are all that is on
the menu at ramp restaurants. Pool kitchens
offer a variety of spicy and heated main
courses made individually to order.
The diner is free to choose the ingre-
dients. For example, such a meal may in-
clude a southern fried facewall coping ride,
followed by a loveseat layback, a few
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dashes of roundhouse carves for speed,
some death-box edgers for pepper and an
airy baked hip hop to seal the meal.
Grinder gravy lapped over pool potatoes or
coping cucumbers are well-known favorites
but are by no means the only beans in
bowls.
Nowadays boneless chickens are about
the only thoroughly loyal ramp customers.
These meatheads are afraid to wake up and
smell the coffee that has brewed in pools
for years. What's more, they favor the flavor
of footplants, which are sugar substitutes
for those who wish to gain air fast. Taking
one's foot off, for any reason, is an artificial
ingredient that can turn a true poolatarian's
stomach.
Pool shapes differ tremendously. Even a
partial menu is enough to whet most any
skater's appetite: Egg Bowls, Peanut Bowls,
Kidneys, Clovers and Dead Cats.
The only trick is finding one. Pools don't
deliver. They aren't in the yellow pages.
Just think dessert...deserted homes,
deserted apartment complexes, deserted
motels. Seek and gobble...then sit back
and belch the memories of those once-in-
a-lifetime skarf sessions.