There is some happiness to be found skating on birdshit. Or at least, there is happiness to be found on a rainy night under a guano-covered bridge in north Taipei. It has a smooth surface, with a metal drain grate running across the middle, and four modular benches that can be rearranged and stacked as desired. I skated for a few hours, hoping the night would dry out, but it didn't. I landed a new trick. It was profoundly humid.
Like savannah animals that don't belong together but are forced into an uneasy truce at a watering hole because of drought, longboarding kooks showed up, moving with the grace and thoughtfulness of a herd of ostriches. Best trick went to the ostrich in the helmet, wrist guards, and elbow pads, who wiggled for a little bit to get some speed, then turned around in place on the board while it rolled at walking speed, then did a sort of modified no-comply nose grab, followed by more wiggling. The reaction of the herd was subdued, but when I ollied the grate, they started clucking and running around like excited giant chickens, because apparently, leaving the ground had never occurred to them.
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