while it was raining, i went spot spotting and found a cement wall under the brown line. I didn't get a chance to get back there til tonight. It was much chunkier than I remembered, and I spent about the time it took to sip down two beers to wax it all. I wasn't sure it would even ***********.
Before that project, I cruised the streets for half an hour and worked my way through flatground and crowds. Then it started spitting rain, so i went to the dog piss curbs because i was about five minutes away. There was a newly poured micro spot on the way; it was a marble step up with a miniature bank going from from even to vertical, over about 20 feet. The dog piss curbs reeked worse tahn ever, but I got a ** ****** and a ** ******. I left happy and went out to work on the waxing project, which I didn't really expect ot skate. After the process, and dozens of light cycles, with taxi drivers staring me down (they get a reward for turning in people doing weird things) and even some po-po's (i stopped the waxing and grinding in while they stared at me), I gave it a shot and bailed. I don't mean the idiotic new meaning of the word, which is in reality a fall or slam, but actually bailing out of the trick as you roll up to it, like a fighter pilot bailing out of a plane. Children, listen: bail doesn't mean fall. It means when you roll up and abandon the attempt. I bailed a few times, because of hte intensity of trying a spot that I know is going to stick in front of seven lanes of heavy traffic, one attempt per green light. After half a dozen bails, I got on it, and it stuck. Then it slid a bit. Then it stuck. Then it stuck. Then it stuck. Then I waxed the shit out of everything and made it.
the best feeling in skating for me is finding a new spot in a weird place, preferably something no one would dare skate even after I got it ready, working to make it skateable, then skating it. I am tooting my own horn, but that is exactly what I did tonight. I fucking love taipei.
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