The Legend of Ricky Prouty

Birmingham wasn't really what we had hoped for (bad timing I believe with the holiday and all), so my hobo friend and I got up this morning and promptly left. We headed towards Atlanta and found one wonderful stop off:
We took some pictures and looked around as much as we were allowed. The track isn't really that close to the actual town, so I say might be a bit off. But, we saw no hotels or motels are anything that would resemble a hotel/motel. What we did see was about a hundred empty RV lots. Come October, that place must be Crazytown, USA. But on this day, it was calm...some might even say empty. Rich posed by the sign with the van (pretending it was broken down) and then we were out.
We continued on through Atlanta (which seems like a good city...good size...some nice buildings...not nearly as bad as David Cross makes it out to be in his rant about Light Up Atlanta) and found our way to Duncan Creek Skatepark. This park opened within the last month or so, I believe. It's pretty good; Four different bowls (all of which have many pockets and hip), a bowl/street type area, and a few legit looking sets of stairs and rails and ledges. As far as Wally Hollyday built parks go, I think it's the best I've skated.
We're now in a little town in South Carolina.

Rickville.."Yeah. Ya know. It's fine."