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Clockwise from here: Shoddy ramp
design couldn't keep Max Schaaf from
stoking the crowd. He is truly the ultimate show-
man. Thirty-eight-year-old El Grenas tosses a
careless Andrecht to the delight of mothers and
aging mini-ramp skaters alike. Screamin' Lord
Seber hits two o'clock in the Mexican Mt Baldy.
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We didn't really make all that much party, but it
was fun nonetheless. Not to mention it's always good
to have a maxim.
Bailey had spent time in Mexico City before and
knew of some old concrete parks we could hit. The
first one, Guanacacha, was a classic kink 'n' sink that
looked straight out of an Anti-Hero ad. It had race-
track corners, a taco wall, a gnarly vert bit, and plenty
of broken glass and animal feces. Bailey made quick
work of the place and assaulted every inch with his
classic Spicoli-style approach.
The other park we went to was a small dish in front of
the San Agus cathedral that was bank-to-curb style and
also featured a flat bar.
The hotel was protected by a big mean dog and his
handler. Mean dog services are normally contracted out
by those who need them, and thus the handler worked
for an independent mean-dog company. They had out-
fitted him in a really cool-looking one-piece red and
black mean-dog-handling jumpsuit. It even had a
snarling doberman embroidered from shoulder to
shoulder on the back. I would have liked to get a picture
of it or, even better, of me in it, but of course there was
the mean dog to contend with.
With demo duties behind us, the last two days were ded-
icated to getting photos on the raw streets-a task about
as easy as finding a bathroom in a grocery store. Even
with some trusty locals, Ysidro and Marco, the spots were
pretty scarce. We sessioned a couple of drained concrete
ponds with weird little transitions and looked at some
super-steep handrails protected by armed guards, but
there was nothing too good for photos. Then when