It's rainy season.
Saturday is always kook day at the bridge, so I usually don't go. I used to go the northern bridge instead, but since I live by the bridge bridge, I walked down there this afternoon in the wet. The first thing I noticed was the quartet of women picnicing on a blanket in front of the flatbar in the back. I was already annoyed because lzyk was at an MSF event all day, and for some reason, I really didn't like that. The reason I really didn't like the picnic was that it mean I couldn't do the first trick on the flatbar that I always have to do first now or else it be a bad session. I'm aware that this all sounds vaguely mentally ill.
I was also ready to be annoyed by anyone not skating the wooden pallets I brought. The preparation paid off. A drum class set up in the back, near the flatbar, and while I thought about snarky insults to say to them in english, the tide started to turn. My grinch heart realized that this sort of annoying shit is why skating at the bridge, even on Kook Day, is still good. It's a living, breathing spot, full of kids on wiggle boards and picnic parties and live music and dozens of people standing in front of obstacles and holding their skateboards.
Someone had moved my pallets to the trash pile, so I took them to the back and stacked them in a few variations. THen I made a bank out of them, against the little shitty box. Thiswas the winner. I was the only skating them for hours, which is my last lingering complaint. I am befuddled by people who go to a spot and skate the same terrain and the same tricks, day after day, week after week. This behavior is a lot more like basketball than it is like skateboarding.
However, two homies ended up skating it with me for a while. Then I got over my sulking. In the end, skating the pallets made them fall apart anyway.
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