I feel as if I lost a good friend today.
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he was a good thing, since all good things are she. I found her one day
while searching for others of ber kind, travelling east on a main thoroughfare that
divides Pomona and Claremont.
I had sensed ber presence for months, driving by in my little silver bullet, but
I never had the nerve to get out and meet her personally. I'm the shy type when
it comes to girls, I guess. Then finally, on a Friday after the tenants vanished, I
calmly walked up the long driveway and into the backyard. I gasped at her beauty,
then smiled. She smiled back. She had a lovely shape and I couldn't wait for my
friends to meet her.
A week later seven of us returned with the necessary equipment to pump her
dry, but much to our surprise, her juice was already being sucked out. We couldn't
believe it, but after a brief discussion we decided to barge in anyway. I saw a figure
who happened to be the owner's friend. We conversed, and he told us he didn't
think the owner would mind if we helped with the work.
With two pumps flowing heavily, it didn't take long to get her naked. She had
full hips and a set of clams on each wall. Her bowl was big and open, anticipating
the grind. She had a sky blue tint and the smoothest transition imaginable. She was
a wet dream, and I wanted to pump her so bad it hurt.
The owners returned to check the draining progress and questioned their friend
about us. We all had a pow-wow and passed around the peace pipe. They agreed
to let us have our fun as long as we helped clean the property, up. No problem.
The virgin was ready and willing. She was eager, but somehow she warned us
not to be too rough on her at first, for she was new at this type of thing. On our
first rides, we thrusted carefully, trying to get the feel of her walls. She was good
and she knew it. We all smiled, then nodded our skulls in agreement, for we knew
it too! She was the best pool we'd had in years!
We named her Dolphin Bowl because a blue porcelain dolphin was situated underneath
the tiles on the face wall. The dolphin was kind of in the way, but you could ride
over it every time with a little finesse. If you were rad, you could carve over the
light, then the dolphin in one great thrust. That is, until some so-called Pipeline
locals broke it off-real cool.
We skated for almost three months without incident, but word travels fast. After
a while, every Tom, Dick and Harry showed up and I was pissed, to say the least.
This was the opportunity of a lifetime, I had found it, drained it, gotten permission
to skate it, and now they were ruining it.
The dolphin incident was the first sin. People destroying the house was the second.
This brought the Claremont police. Great. Spray painting was the third and final
straw. My girl would never be the same. I wept, quietly for her.
We still grinded her often, and she was usually pretty nice to us. She made us
pay in blood sometimes, but even that was a small sacrifice Some paid in broken
bones. We vibed others and let them know who found and drained her. Team Virgin
We thought they should thank us for allowing them to skate such a beautiful piece
of art. We thanked our girl every day, for she was both beautiful and sacred.
Time went on and it was hard not to get upset when we saw our desecrated
girlfriend. By now the word had spread far and wide. We sessioned with all the
greats, old and new. Like the time we raged and split right before the pigs came,
or the night we rode with Christ by flare-light. I'll never forget the day D.P. slammed
on an edger. He got right up and started ripping again! Classic! I'll miss my kidney
shaped companion. She was the sweetest girl I ever had. -
Stories by Salba
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