This is the Pier 26 bowl that they moved to 34th Street and 12th Ave just above the heliport in Manhattan, where I skated today. They disassembled this one and put it back together with a 7 foot bowl connected to a 12 foot deep end. A little bit different than the picture.

So, I skated my first swimming pool/bowl today. It was a huge occurrence for me because the reason I got so into this whole deal was to carve the walls of a dry swimming pool as per the Dogtown and Zboyz gang. You gotta go back to the roots and start where it all began, me thinks. I definitely suck, but that is a good thing, because then I can enjoy the growth even more than if I was Tony Alva right off the bat. At first it was just me figuring out the whole spiel, and then some dudes showed up and it got rocking. What I was so stoked about was the drop-in that I was able to do practically every time. It was about 3 feet bigger than what I was used to. Before I was doing 4 foot quarter pipe drop ins, and this thing was around 7! After I saw a dude do it, I just walked up to the ledge, visualized the nature of the drop and went for it. Cracks me up every time because the mind can get you so tied up into this state of suspension that keeps you from doing anything and when you let it all go and just act, it flows naturally. Anyways, Eastern Phil lesson aside, it was rad. And then, on my last run, I totally fell on the drop and added to my bloody knee collection. Oh, by the way, the leg is healed, so expect a collage of the daily healing process in the next few days.