Heat is Coming

Sometimes it is necessary to skate, even when we don't particularly feel like it. For example, when it's mid-May in Taipei, but it's 70 degrees. I set up the new board and went to the wharf. On the way, I ollied a loose tile and caught on the end of it and the board shot behind me, into traffic. Fortunately, it smashed into a parked Mercedes, instead of continuing its trajectory into the scooters, where it would have murdered someone. At the wharf, hobos were littered all over the ledges, so I kept going down the bike path, and found a huge new parking lot. It was a windy night, and the cattails were noisy on the river bank. I skated flatground until I was sweaty. The new deck is 8.5. I have never skated bigger than an 8.0, and I'm pretty sure I'm a convert. It's like landing on an aircraft carrier. Also, my old deck was so flexy and chewed up that this new one is surprisingly loud on landing. It's remarkable how much you get accustomed to particular set up's little noises. Slightly more interesting was cruising up the river park, beer in hand, and then out into the empty city and back home. The heat is coming. At least I got one last cold weather session in.