Day Six
Work day five. Gordo dropped us off and went off to do whatever it was he needed to do. We asked him to pick up a line level, string, spikes, and some twisted nails so we wouldn’t have to screw in the first layer. We hauled a bunch of wood and the vert boxes from the warehouse to the ramp site. A few curious locals came by and some guys from the nearby restaurant flowed us a couple of coffees. We attached the vert boxes and did some more reinforcing. Oh yeah, we had to move two dumpsters to make room for the ramp. After we did it by hand (and backbone) a big garbage truck pulled up with a front loader. He had a good laugh about our predicament and asked us if it wouldn’t have been easier if we had just built the thing in the right spot in the first place. What a comedian. Gordo came back without whatever it was we asked him for, but he did bring a shovel and a broom. Grover broke the shovel on the ice and I swept the water to wherever I could get it to go without all of it seeping back. After a couple of hours of that crap we decided to kick back a little. Gordo came back with the line level and string and started trying to fix his car. He managed to convince a random guys inside the warehouse to weld a bolt onto the crankshaft whatzzit. We were finally able pry him away long enough to help us move the monstrous 8 by 12 by 12 foot transition sections across the parking lot. I curse the jackass that made us move the ramp there. Gordo had to go buy a socket to finish fixing his car. He said he’d be back in fifteen minutes. 45 minutes later he returned. We had already cleaned up so we waited as he finished putting his car back together. Then we went to go check out a ramp that was supposed to be inside a place called Marine Supply which turned out to be a water ski/snowboard/wakeboard shop. Friday night sessions are go, but when we showed up at 5:45 on a Saturday they were closed. When we got home we harassed Gordo into buying us a pizza since he hadn’t done much in the last two days but drive around in his car, not buying the things we needed to finish the job. He said he had an errand to run and would return in 15 minutes. An hour and 15 minutes later he came back and we ordered pizza. Tomorrow night is “family night” again at Real Ride, if Marine Supply is closed agin, we’ll go back to Real Ride.
The non-ramp pictures are misc crap laying around in another warehouse where we store our tools.
Next Day: Breakfast on the toilet.
