Although the air is filled with burning garbage so think that the details of 101 were smudged out, the weather was otherwise pleasantly blustery and sunny. IS and I hit up the secret ledge for an afternoon session. Someone had been there lately. The heavy marble stools and tables had been moved around, and the ledge was slightly faster. He got some new ***** lines around the place (there's a rounded curb up above the main ledge) and I got some slightly faster and longer *****s than previously. The mobile chodofu vendor rode around on the other side of the levee and filled the air with even worse pollution than smog. An old man bicycled up and parked almost literally on the ledge we were acttively skating. We did our best to skate around him, and after a dozen tries, he tottered off down the road. Where else on earth will someone park in the middle of a skate session? I don't know, I haven't traveled much.
We cruised down the smooth bike path past all the graffitti to the big three. The air quality got a lot worse. Our clothes stank from the smoke. There must have been a ground fire nearby, because even with the strong breeze, we couldn't escape it. As teh day faded, I looked over just in time to see IS ***** up, and ******** down the upper part of hte spot. I tapped out at 51 of the same. It was almost cold as I skated back home across the city.
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