I got back home after the best transpacific flight of my life. I slept throuhg almost the entire thingn. THanks, korean air. I woke up at 0400, because thats what jetlag does, and then I was responsible and did some chores beforeI went ot skate, like get a new bankcard, which I lost in America and caused me no end of difficulties there. All I wanted to do was skate the bridge with the my own deck, shitty, overly steep tail not withstanding.
I got there around 1400 and the whole place was fenced off. A construction crew was busy destroying the ground, apparently to make it better and completely resurface it. That's not the end of the world, but I'll be pissed if it takes a year or two, like the park in nangang did.
I rode up to yuanshan and skated the big three. Well, I skated the flatground and lower ledge, not the big three. My feet still feel like I did though, because I havent skated much in about three months, and also because I'm wearing the second to last pair of vans that I'll ever own. They would be the last, but I brought another pair back from america. My feet feel like I spent the day jumping down 10 ft drops.
I spent the first half of the session tryign to relearn freestyle tricks, then the rest skating the ledges. I ** **d down the slanted ledge for the first time, I'm not sure why I never tried that before, but it only took a few tries, and I'm not anywhere near peak condition. I also started learning ** ***** *********s, which I sort of shittily rode away from. Most of all, I was just good to be back in Taipei, even if the air pollution smelled like burning tires and it was hot as two rats fucking in a thick wool sock.
I can't wait til the bridge is resurrected.
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