Friday. Mid September.
6.45am. Although I’ve been here a week, I’m still dealing with 9 hours of jetlag. I woke up and went to the living room. Matt Coplon is awake despite our late arrival from Las vegas and already working on his computer.
Today is the D day. Excitation is slowly coming. Dreams will come true. Today, we are going to ride the nude bowl. The most iconic pool in the history of pool riding. The complex was owned by a nudist community from the 50’s to the 70’s. When they left in the late 70’s, the pool remained and was shredded by the most famous skateboarders and bmxers. But during that time, some people got stabbed during a weird party and authorities filled it in twice. Somehow, 2 ½ years ago, some motivated skateboarders dug it out.
8.30am. Jared Eberwein starts the van, and after that Alexis Desolneux closes the side door. Off for 1 ½ hours of driving. I need to tell you that the pool is in the middle of nowhere. Landscape is beautiful. The sun just starts floodlighting with its rays over the hills. Further, we can see thousands of wind turbines. Looks like fields of sunflowers. Beautiful.
Suddenly, Matt makes Jared to turn and take this rocky trail. The van starts its hard way to the promise land. I try to look the furthest I can to catch some clues, but can’t. In vain. I can only see rocks and cactus. I lose patience. My heart beats harder and harder. Then, after 25 minutes of driving at 15 mph, we can see what is left of the community’s complex. Pretty much nothing. Jared parks the van as I jump out of it. I stand only a few feet from the pool. I walk to it and lower my head. To my surprise, the deep end is full of water. What the hell is going on? I run back to the van and let my friends know that the pool is full of water. General astonishment. Despite being in a desert area, it rained a fews days ago. Unbelievable. Matt and Alexis drop in and note that because of some beers and sodas cans in the water, thousands of honey bees are flying around to catch some sugar. Moment of panic. So what? I didn’t come from that far to be screwed by bees. I won’t give up so close of achieving one of my dreams. In a matter of seconds, I look around for some containers to scoop the water out. And there is some water. About 100 gallons. But I am so motivated that I jump in the pool and start scooping the water out. No matter the bees and the 90° we got already at 10am. Nothing will stop me. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Everybody joins me. Team work as you guess. And soon there is less and less water, less bees around and the sun dries the pool faster than a hairdryer. After an hour of hard work, the pool is fully empty and dry. We did it. We overcame. Friends let me take the first run. I take my bike and walk down the stairs. Moment of total pleasure. Here I go. Febrile, I start getting some speed and carve the trannies. The deep end is perfect and the shallow tight but we are getting use to it. Between 2 runs, everybody stands still. Absolutely no noise. No bird. No car. No wind in the leaves. Nothing. It is the first time ever that I’ve ridden a spot without any noise at all. And from where we stand, we got the view over the whole valley. Truly amazing. It brings even more wizardry to that moment in the fact that I am living. The sesh lasted 3 hours in this unbelievable spot with my friends.
Yes. Today, I can say that I rode the nude bowl.