Cuatros En Cinco

From Issue 197, May 2005

April 13th
Amador, sitting between myself and the window seat, has just come from the Phoenix Am, where SLC's own Adam Dyet swept the show walking away with a 1st place and Best Trick (nollie cab heel 270 to switch f/s board down the big rail.) Lizard managed to finagle a small portion of the prize money with a burly gap to car to roll in. While in AZ, Dave bumped into, original Z-Boy, Aaron Scott, out on his new Z-flex campaign. Aaron is a long time friend of mine and also happens to be one of the key coordinators behind this Mexican caravan towards the sickest secret pool south of the border-The Show Bowl in Cuatro Casas, Mexico.

April 14th
Jersey picked us up from the airport but we couldn't convince Dyet, Lizard or Mark White (all staying only a few houses away in Ocean Beach)-they missed one of the best possible photo-ops those up-and-comers could ask for, although they probably did better for themselves by, sticking with Rhino and staying out of the dark, drunken, perverse world that Cuatros represents. So, I and the posse headed south and the drive was crazy. Drinking since Tijuana we soon hit our first obstacle-sanitary checkpoint. I panic to stash my beer as Steve (in front of us) is waved through. "Carrying fruits or vegetables?" The man asks. "Um...yes," I reply. My friends all look at me like I'm retarded. I look back at the man and he's glaring. He simply told us to burn the orange peels and apple cores, though, and we were through. No sweat.

I'm cracking into another as we suddenly approach another check point. This time it's Federales holding machine guns. Jersey snatches my beer and passes it on to Dave who throws it below the seat along with his and Paz's. My heart pounding, Dave's beer spilling under the seat, I'm waved through just after Steve. Wow!

We pickup speed as we finally reach the last road-dirt and filled with fleeing jack rabbits and field mice. We're all high with hopes when we see the Ocean and the beached skiff on the side of the road. Soon we're gazing over the hostel coutyard at the reason we made this mission.

April 15th
So far we are the only out-of-towners to have shown. We set up our camp with shade and beach chairs and sessioned the pool a bit. We cheer as Aaron's big blue truck pulls up into the middle of our horseshoe game. I call him a fucker and and laugh as he and Allysa climb out of the truck. Following Aaron in was Jimmy the Greek with Heidi, and Matt Kriegle and Shannon rolled to catch the tail of day one.

April 16th
As the second day of sessioning begins, all sorts of people roll in and I'm seeing cats I haven't seen since the last time I skated The Bridge. It's all the boys that built the place. Cracking PBR's and dropping in. As I realize, it's only 7:50 in the morning, I opt for a little cowboy coffee with a chorizo and egg breakfast burrito.Throughout the stay you would hear outbursts of screaming and boards clacking against the tile lip of the pool. That's when you knew somebody was wrecking shop! It was the Whitedog this time so I busted out the camera to try and catch this f/s D-slide around the tight ass corner and into the steep ass shallow end of the pool but couldn't capture it before he ripped his hand open and stepped away from the session.

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