antisocial skate spots

Unfit for human interaction, there is only one place to go in Taipei. That's Yuanshan. Of course, it's still overflowing with people, but they're mostly exercizing. Consequently, very little actual eye contact needs to be made.
However, when I woke up, well into the afternoon, it looked stormy and my phone said the chance of rain was 60%. Tightening the bolts down on my new setup did give me a flicker of happiness. The graphic is flat black, and the griptape is an abstract painting. I think it's the best looking set up I've ever had.
I didn't want to be anywhere at all, and Yuanshan in particular wasn't appealing, since it takes about 45 min to skate up there and I'm too poor to ride the MRT. I piddled around a bit, feeling absolutely zero motivation to do anything, but I twisted my own arm, and promised myself a cup of coffee if I just went outside.
The deck felt good from the gitgreen. It's the exact same shape and size as the last one, and when I popped a few little ******s, I was kind of surprised how much fresher it really felt. The sky looked clear to the north, so I cursed the distance but started heading that way.
The cruise north was a lot shorter than I expected, even pushing along slowly with a cup of hot coffee. It was still too hot to drink by the time I got to the main bridge. It was like a nascar race of second graders on rollerblades, circling around and around in the best skate area, which is still just flatground. I saw someone had stacked some orange cones in the pebble area nearby, so I warmed up there and ** ******d the biggest stack of trash I've ever managed. I worked through every flatground trick, except ********s for some reason, which I just couldnt get a single one of.
I had to decide if I was going home or further down the river park, because the levee keeps you from easily getting back. There are good spots out there, but it adds another half hour to the pushing. I went for it, starting at the 40 ft wooden manny pad. It has a really rough run up and landing, but that makes it so much more gratifying to skate, since most people wouldn't bother. It's the first time I've actually been able to get onto it.
Next up was the ampitheater. A man was standing at the top of it, staring at the river and the mountains. I don't think he was on drugs, but I stayed there at least 90 minutes and he never flinched. A black dog hear my wheels on the pebble dashery and decided to chase after me, closer and closer, until it nipped the back of my ankle. I tried to kick it, but it got away. I got my standard line of tricks for the spot, with the best and longest ** **** I've ever done there, and went to the wharf.
I got my best and longest **** on the secret granite bench, and was able to come out everyway I coule think of. I started to get some good marks on the bottom of my board, and it looks better than ever. Making what you skate is intensely satisfying. I recommend it.
I cruised home, first to the yellow and black slappy curbs, where I went long and smooth, and then down the sidewalks to home. On the way, a geriatric whore tried to kill me by running a redlight on her scooter with no light on, so I had no idea she was barreling up the alley until she had sliced by me, maybe two feet away.