Their map sat home alone on the coffee
table, so the flyers had only memory to rely
on. For maximum efficiency, they decided
that one would snap, one would spy and
one would fly.
"I see an empty"
"Where?"
"Right there."
"Whoo."
"Check it out."
"Dig it."
"Yeah."
The pilot kept going and the navigator
hastily scribbled illegible directions. Soon
enough, another was sighted and listed,
then another, and another, again.
"Stop!" someone screamed, but
luckily the pilot did not heed. "Think I
should take it around?" he queried. The
others said, "Yeah," "Yeah."
The plane banked a stiff 70-degree
backside and the pilot said, "You know, I
can hold it like this and fly straight
ahead, if you think it'll help." But the two
riders, hanging seat-belted in a sideways
READY TO RIDE
position, looked at each other and said,
"Naw"
The first district they combed was
familiar turf.
"Yep, I can see my house."
"Look, there's one right down the
alley."
"It looks lived-in, though."
"It's worth a try!"
"Yep."
With their notebook logged into the
double digits, they decided to head
downtown. They spotted new empties,
unfortunately in new, unfamiliar
neighborhoods, but they did their best to
notate them.
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A clean, white beaut sat two houses
east of the sty of the most fascist
policemen in town.
"It looks good, though."
"Yeah."
"It don't look like no one lives there."
"Nope."
They wrote it down as another possible
future reference. Many held water, and
more looked habitated, but all were men-
tioned in the book. Finally,
they found one with
evidence of skaterism: the
house looked trashed and
the walls were graffitied.
Well, these weren't some
of the smarter locals, but
the bowl looked dry and
rideable.
"This one is a must
find."
"Should I bring it back
around?"
"Yep, circle it on back
so we can figure out the
streets."
But first, they had to find
it again. The whole thing
went out of view as they
cut a 180° in the sky.
"No, go left."
"No, go right."
After a few lost passes,
it came into view again.
"Want me to circle
around so you can take
pictures?"
"Sounds good."
On the fourth time around, the pilot
said two words that it's not good for a
pilot to say.
"Oh shit."
"What?"
"The pigs."
"No."
"Yes."
Sure enough, straight as an arrow from
across the blue a police helicopter flew
toward the Cessna.
"He's checking me out."
"What'd you do?"
"Nothing."
"You sure?"
"No."
"Hmmmm."
The humorless Huey buzzed within
one hundred feet of the skaters' bird. The
pilot took it up and away but, of course,
roto-pig followed right along, probably
writing down their wing number.
"What can they do?"
"Take my license and fine me a
thousand dollars."
"But we were only taking aerial
photographs of real estate."
"Yeah, you're right."
At length, the cop copter turned back,
and the skaters flew on, to check one
more. Their heading was past the out-
skirts of town, to search out construction
of some certain, secret pipes.
"Okay, head for that long trench by
those cranes."
"Okay, now, a little to the right."
"Yee mama, check those babies out."
"Hello, my pumpkins."
They snapped shots of a lengthy un-
completed pipeline, which lay half-buried
in the earth.
"Get that machinery in for scale."
"You got it."
But even with all the excitement, the
pilot was still shaken by their encounter
with the law. He was ready to take them
back home.
"Yeah, I got a dinner date with my
baby"
"Yeah, I want a nice cold beer."
"It's yours, Captain."
Thankfully, they found no officials
waiting at the airport, and the ground felt
good beneath their feet. Eighty dollars
and a sixer in the hole-the bill came to
less than four-fifty per bowl. Such a cost
was small 'taters for three hungry pool
skaters.
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