I had to schmooze so I was the last arrival. It had been a good day. I went to see the rugby final, standing room only, lots of shouting afrikaaners. it was fun. then I went back to work, at a bar on the top floor of a hotel. There are worse jobs. Then I came back and took off my rebreather and scuba suit and degassed the pressure from my blood for a bit before I went out on the slip plank.
In the depressuring chamber, I had nothing to do but check my phone, and I saw some intel suggesting a kerfuffle with the army of hobos at the main station banks. Allegedly, the hobos were throwing shit and screaming at the skaters just because they chose to skate in the middle of the hoboses living rooms. As the second strike team arrived, they were greeted with a similar reception. Therefore, I felt compelled to strike my skateboard wheels as impactfully as possible on the metal grates as I rolled through. I also made sure to underflip several **** ****s so that the slap would be loud as fuck. Each time I fell, I would throw down, go too fast, fs and bs skir, then try again. The angry hobos were standing up by the time I actually arrived. I explained to them that I'm a computer, and stop all the downloading. They were nonplussed. I hit the banks a few times, without taking off my backpack. Murmurs of disquiet rose from the crowd of itinerates, and I cruised on into the night, across the tictictictictackatackatackatacka tiles towards the plaza.
At first, I thought that at least a dozen skaters were in the fleet, but it turned out that omst of the people sitting around weren't skating, and there were actually six of us. I got my line of flatground basically first try, and while I'm sure other people got good stuff too (IS can ******* that ledge before it even knows what's happening to it) there is no doubting that the session was winding down by the time I got there. RMj already had a palm sized bloody rip on his elby bone, and vp left soon after I got there.
We wandered north, like a band of settlers seeking mosquito free land to uh, settle. We didn't find it. motherfuckers were relentless. maybe it was the same 250 mosquitos the whole time. I hope so, because the idea that Taipei has that many mosquitos in November is kind of creepy.
we arrived the newly opened Gates of Heavenly Way Golden Path Wall Ride to the Sky of Infinite Pleasures and Knowledge. At the human level, there is a very perfect bank, which is fun, but not challenging to get ot the top of. It has a curious sign that says no climbing, although it's at the top of some stairs. It's really clear taiwtf they're talking about.
Upstairs though, is one of the all time highlights of Taipei street skating. it opened yesterday and there were no wheel marks on it, so i'm pretty confident in saying that we were the first to skate it. LIke a hot slot about to turn 18, I've been lustily eyeing its curves for some time, but the construction walls prevented me from realizing just how good of a spot it is.
Ascending the stairs, you are surrounded by puffy white clouds, and a golden gate that god has to open for you. Once you get in to this exclusive club, you are greeted with what was rumoured to have been designed by keith herchart after he quit skating, got an architecture degree, and has been sticking it to the man by designing skate friendly terrain all over Taipei. This one is a big, tall wall ride, about 25 feet in the air. it has holes cut into it, so if you want, you can try hard and wall ride over the holes, or not roll over the top of them and eat fucking shit on the pebble dash. This alone would be a great spot. Many civilians were taking photos there.
The best part is a wavy wall, at about 50 degrees, that owing to the waves, has pockets and hips. again, and im tooting our horn here, we were almost certainly the first. RMJ and IS ********ed the pocket a lot, and it was good. I yelled at the people below that I was a computer, and as punishment, got gave me laduzi, so I had to crawl down the stairs onto the human level, and then even further down into the subterranean depths of the station in order to get some thoughts down on paper.
We pretty much finished skating at that point, but we did hit up the quiet rails, and managed to not get arrested for waking up angry people, and skate the minquan banks a little, before we got removed. the security wasn't sure what to make of us though, so he watched us skate for a minute or two before deciding to walk around some more and never say anything. we left because we're not dicks, and also because we were already buzzed and so tired we couldn't really skate anymore. rmj was bleeding and worn out, is slammed on the banks, and jumpro rolled his ankle before I joined the crew. np wasn't injured, but he showed me some photos of the consequences of his first hill bomb, and instantly knew I respected him.
We all went to ye olde stoop and eventually I skated home. someone had thrown out a huge amount of flowers in the trash, so I made a big bouquet and skated home with it in my hands. I hit a few little spots on the way back, and got a drunk **** ***** at regent.
The flowers have been stuck in my pots at home. I don't know if they'll grow or not, but I tried. now I m watching God's Team play the degens from south of the border, safe in the knowledge that sun is going to rise before I can sleep. Ah well, at least I have beers and tequila and the knowledge that today was a good day.
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