Into the wilderness

After several weeks of not skating, I painted up a deck and slapped on some grip tape and banged the bearings place and screwed it all together got going. Skating in America, or at least in this place, is difficult. The roads are full of potholes and cracks, and littered with gravel and trash. The cars are much scarier to ride near, because Americans aren't very good drivers. There aren't many sidewalks, but there are lots of hills.This means bombing them and hoping there aren't any satanic pebbles or potholes in the way at the bottom, or carrying it the rest of the time. I skated (carried) my way out to a local park. It was a beautiful day, not hot, and blue sky. It's the kind of weather that only happens when I have dreams about America. There wasn't much to skate there, but I bombed some little hills, and tried out flat ground with the new set up and new shoes. I got frustrated, but I skated (carried) over to Old Yeller, which is a curb where many people learned to **-** some time ago. I didn't show much use since I was there last year, but it grinded alright. I spent the better part of an hour trying to get a ******, which was discouraging, even after  I landed one. A vandweller rolled up and asked me if I though she'd get in trouble for sleeping back there (back of a public pool parking lot). Then I rediscovered the manny pad there. It's great, for america, but it's got huge cracks, and it's downhill. Taipei's roads and sidewalks are so perfect. I honestly don't know how people skate street around here. It must take a special breed.