Being is desire/desire is suffering

I desired to skate but my shit was all lost. Today it arrived. I'm no longer in detroit, but in a suburb called livonia. it was a beautiful blue sky day, and there was no humidity. unlike taiwan, when you skate here and get sweaty, you dry out as soon as you stop. Other than that, there are no discernable  advantages to skating in livonia. The surface is rough, cracked, uneven, and punctuated by 1-2 cm wide gaps, at 2 meter intervals. They don't have the budget for road repairs here, but if they did, they would have to keep those, because the winter cold makes the roads contract and crack. Instead of a sidewalk, you are left with a series of miniature short manny pads, because the temperature makes the dirt under each section lift and shift. It is almost impossible to push down the sidewalks at any speed. That being said, I only found one spot anyway. Livonia is a 1950s residential grid suburb, like a roman fort for general motors. On the main road, I clack clacked up to a gas station with crumbling, unskateable asphalt. I bought some water and as I left, noticed wax. The front sign of the gas station has a heavily waxed cement ledge, but only a few feet from the very busy four lane. somehow, they had grinded a long section of the unskateble asphalt. Maybe it was bicyclers, I'm not sure. If it was, they did a great job on the waxing, because I tried a ** **** on it and it was so slick that my board shot out into the road. I retrieved it, and kept going. I found nothing else, so I skated flat on the roughest ground I've skated flat on. It was the smoothest thing I found in two hours of cruising. Then I ***** a crack in the road as young people shouted at me on the way home. It's going to take me months to get back to being able to skate again.