I got adopted at the darts bar by a french/belgian crew. It was fun. We spent a fortune and about 04:30, we stumbled out of another set of bars I wandered towards home with my new friend. I went into seven to get us a round and he went to the corner to piss. I came out of seven and popped a tall boy while he finished. He materialized out of a solid wall through some kind of interdimensional whore door, and shouted at me to followed him in. I did.
Inside, was something like an american strip club, but empty, with lots more flashing lights, and I reiterate, no other humans. Homebody greeted me at the door and made me put down my newly opened beer. Fine, I did. I had another in my pocket that I didn't think was important, because I just wanted to say goodbye to this new french friend and leave him to his fate, but homeboy didn't like that I was apparently trying to smuggle a beer inside. It was all a misunderstanding, but he stiffened up when I appeared to smuggle my asahi two meters past him to say goodbye to my french friend. This ended well, because I did not get my ass kicked, but it ended poorly, because homeboy made me lose face. He quietly chatted about me not needing to speak english, because he could speak english, but he couldnt. At least, he couldnt understand that I had no intention of being there at all.
I dipped out as quickly as possible with no plans to duck into random hidden doorways in Taipei in the near future.
I will go back to darts bars as a soon as possible, because I was never about to catch a beating there, and also I met an English couple who will come back in a couple of days. The man said he used to live here in the 80s, and that it had changed somewhat.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Friday, March 2, 2018
411vm update
issue 15 is the best of the series so far.
i opened the window because it's hot as fuck in here and I can't find the remote for the ac. The smell of burning plastic and pvc glue poured in and now it's hot as fuck and my appartment smells like the chemicals that are going to give me cancer.
i opened the window because it's hot as fuck in here and I can't find the remote for the ac. The smell of burning plastic and pvc glue poured in and now it's hot as fuck and my appartment smells like the chemicals that are going to give me cancer.
Miasma Theory Isn't Wrong in Taipei
The Angel of Death arrived tonight. Like in the Ten Commandments, its gloomy white fingers of foggy death crept into the city as we skated. I almost flaked, because of working too much, but as usual, I'm satisfied that I didn't. After a full day, I got to the bridge for teh last hour before closing time. It was rush hour, but the crowd was people I hadn't seen in about a year. Two of the old old crew were there, and I got to see the best ********** in the buisiness. Rmj was also, there, and nfa and FeM and a few guys who knew me by name. The vibe was bad, and I'm giong to side with FeM and blame it on the air pollution. My personal scale is this: if you can see it under the street lights, it's bad. If you can see in more than a meter down towards the ground, it's real bad, and I won't skate because I dont want to die of cardiac arrest. There are only a few times I've seen it half way down to the ground from the street lights, and this was one (once, in Taichung, I saw it all the way down to the ground. Propaghandists say it isnt the scooters or powerplants or factories, but they're wrong).
Normally, I wouldn't skate when doing so shaves three months off my life, but the night had the makings of a good street session, so I came along. The hunch proved correct. Our foursome of westerners wandered to rmj's **** **** church spot. It's basically a 75 degree narrow marble wall. FeM prefers this type of spot, and I realized why, watching him skate it. We were throwing tricks out there as a joke and he was doing them first try. A homeboy on a Ubike came up and started filming it. I thought he was steady posin or we were going to be on the news later, but it turns out he was homie from the bridge. He borrowed a skateboard and skated the spot with us for a bit. I hope to run into some lasa boys in the streets later, they are legit.
Next we wandered around, and since my phone is broken, I don't have great notes. We tiptoed around some spots like the Slappy Street, which is six blocks of perfect yellow slappy curbs, and a belly button high bank spot. It's dimly lit weirdly shaped planters that kind of grind down on the ridges. They're asymetrical and mostly good because they're weird. Then we went to the earthquake up block. I don't skate it in the same way that vegans don't eat baby cows.
They others did, and tore it up. I did kind of sort of try to skate the ledges, which were easier to get on than the last time I was there. ts showed up out of nowhere (not having a working phone is weird) and skated like the engergizer bunny. After a few rounds of beer and discussion of all topics, I had to head home. I started out going exactly the opposite way, but my friends aren't assholes, so they set me right.
I didn't get horribly lost. I ******* some marble curbs on the way home, and decided to swing by the 3stairpark.
I had been drinking and I was very, very tired. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I am prouding of tonight. I have a trifecta of tricks that I want to be able to do on the curbs there, no matter how tired or how drunk. I got them quickly: **** *****, ***** ****, and ***** *-* *** ***. Ok, I thought, spitting out grey phlegm from the death swirling all around in the air, I'll try a ***** ****. I got it first try. I drank more beer. I kept skating around and around in the tiny park, almost too small to skate at all. This air is death.
Normally, I wouldn't skate when doing so shaves three months off my life, but the night had the makings of a good street session, so I came along. The hunch proved correct. Our foursome of westerners wandered to rmj's **** **** church spot. It's basically a 75 degree narrow marble wall. FeM prefers this type of spot, and I realized why, watching him skate it. We were throwing tricks out there as a joke and he was doing them first try. A homeboy on a Ubike came up and started filming it. I thought he was steady posin or we were going to be on the news later, but it turns out he was homie from the bridge. He borrowed a skateboard and skated the spot with us for a bit. I hope to run into some lasa boys in the streets later, they are legit.
Next we wandered around, and since my phone is broken, I don't have great notes. We tiptoed around some spots like the Slappy Street, which is six blocks of perfect yellow slappy curbs, and a belly button high bank spot. It's dimly lit weirdly shaped planters that kind of grind down on the ridges. They're asymetrical and mostly good because they're weird. Then we went to the earthquake up block. I don't skate it in the same way that vegans don't eat baby cows.
They others did, and tore it up. I did kind of sort of try to skate the ledges, which were easier to get on than the last time I was there. ts showed up out of nowhere (not having a working phone is weird) and skated like the engergizer bunny. After a few rounds of beer and discussion of all topics, I had to head home. I started out going exactly the opposite way, but my friends aren't assholes, so they set me right.
I didn't get horribly lost. I ******* some marble curbs on the way home, and decided to swing by the 3stairpark.
I had been drinking and I was very, very tired. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I am prouding of tonight. I have a trifecta of tricks that I want to be able to do on the curbs there, no matter how tired or how drunk. I got them quickly: **** *****, ***** ****, and ***** *-* *** ***. Ok, I thought, spitting out grey phlegm from the death swirling all around in the air, I'll try a ***** ****. I got it first try. I drank more beer. I kept skating around and around in the tiny park, almost too small to skate at all. This air is death.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Living, but not much skating
Because of adult constraints, I couldnt enjoy the perfect weather we've had lately. Instead I worked. And then went ot hte yakitori with cm, because he is in that transition period of coming to Taiwan, when cute cartoon dewey eyes become stale and the air pollution and brutalist concrete buildings are still real as fuck.
The day before, I spent on the east coast, because of hte anniversary of the war crimes from ww2. It was a mostly sunny day, but waiao is currently getting wallowed by development. Nonetheless, we found some ideal skate spots; one is a slick rick wall ride with a bench on it, and it's covered: the other is a macau style bank with fishes painted on it from 25 years ago. It was raining when we got there. I hate Taiwan's bus system, but homeboy got us there safe, without any heads hitting the windows, shushed us for talking too loudly on the way, and gave us his umbrella because it was raining when we arrived. The ride home was good too. Maybe buses here aren't Satan's Armada.
I don't this ***** ****** line video in LA. It's good street skating, but it's not spectacular street skating, which is maybe what street skating should be. Except, it was filmed, which means it was eroded of all artistic merit. Don't film.
Also, go to jioashi. It's full of beer and grilled meat and hot springs and mosquitos.
Also Also, go to this yakitori that I went to tonight with cm. They have darts and cheap beer and cheap grilled meats. We talked about skateboarding. He got way better than I ever did, but the discussion over beers is the same.
On the way home, I called my grandfather. He said he had been pumping gas and a storm blew up and soaked him. It was the hardest rain since he had been in teh pacific. Being old is a lot like being young.
Tomorrow night, we're organizing and invasion force of Taipei. If all goes well, at least a couple of people will show up. If not, I'll be in the streets alone. There is nothing wrong with that either.
The day before, I spent on the east coast, because of hte anniversary of the war crimes from ww2. It was a mostly sunny day, but waiao is currently getting wallowed by development. Nonetheless, we found some ideal skate spots; one is a slick rick wall ride with a bench on it, and it's covered: the other is a macau style bank with fishes painted on it from 25 years ago. It was raining when we got there. I hate Taiwan's bus system, but homeboy got us there safe, without any heads hitting the windows, shushed us for talking too loudly on the way, and gave us his umbrella because it was raining when we arrived. The ride home was good too. Maybe buses here aren't Satan's Armada.
I don't this ***** ****** line video in LA. It's good street skating, but it's not spectacular street skating, which is maybe what street skating should be. Except, it was filmed, which means it was eroded of all artistic merit. Don't film.
Also, go to jioashi. It's full of beer and grilled meat and hot springs and mosquitos.
Also Also, go to this yakitori that I went to tonight with cm. They have darts and cheap beer and cheap grilled meats. We talked about skateboarding. He got way better than I ever did, but the discussion over beers is the same.
On the way home, I called my grandfather. He said he had been pumping gas and a storm blew up and soaked him. It was the hardest rain since he had been in teh pacific. Being old is a lot like being young.
Tomorrow night, we're organizing and invasion force of Taipei. If all goes well, at least a couple of people will show up. If not, I'll be in the streets alone. There is nothing wrong with that either.
Monday, February 26, 2018
Jamais deux, sans trois
The weather is absolutely ideal. Clear skies and 17. No wonder the japanese pros are in town.
I had thought about skating but surrendered the idea since I have to work early. My phone is broken and can only be used when it's on the charger, and when I got home from work and checked it, I found out a street session was going to depart from the bridge in 45 min. Reluctantly, I went. Thank god.
The was a short warm up, then mw and fa and i went to west. we started at the creative park cascade. it's a waterfall of three stairs, with sheer drops, stairs, and funny little clickity manny pads to bottom and back up. I proudly ***** somethign that scared the shit out of me for no reason (I skate like a pure bred horse) but mw and fa did thigns I never thought about.
We passed up main station, but maybe because we got seperated and mw went high to the skate spot and I followed fa down the 12 lane (smooth) road, with taxis trying to kill us. when we reconnected, we were nearly at the she men spot anyway, so we went on to it.
It's a memorial to a war criminal, in the back of a big plaza. The key feature is perfect black stone bench. Any grind or slide on it is so slick that you don't lose any speed on it. Fa got a series of *****s to various things out, at walking speed, which meant that since he grinded the whole thing, he was holding the crane pose of a ******* ***** for about three full seconds. Too bad my phone is dead, even the worst camera and photographer could have made that look awesome. The plaza next door was full of giant lanterns for a festival. Too bad we weren't japanese pros, because a line through there would have looked amazing.
We got booted, but in the most civlized way possible. A cop on a scooter came up, with no lights flashing, and waved at us, and then at the bench, and made the universal signal for "dont skate here". Well, it's probably the asian x, and not actually universal, but I'm basically Taiwanese now, so I can't imagine someone signing an X and not knowing what it means. Anyways, we nodded and left, because we arent assholes, and also, the war criminal's memorial is right beside a hotel, where presumably, people were trying to sleep or fuck.
Mw went home and fa and I went to the hospital. It's the second most important spot in Taipei, after the bridge. Even though it was midnight, there were 8 people skating there. I got a sort of ** **** ***** *** out, which was for sure the first of my life, and fa commented on it, so at least I know someone watching knew what trick it was supposed to be, even if it came out sloppily. The hospital crew are, I have to admit, cooler than the bridge crew, even though they overlap. Skating at hte hospital is like skating in sf in the mid 90s, except I wasnt there, so I cant't honestly say.
The MRT closed and fa had to go home, so I took this as an incentive to wander towards the house. I spotted the peak of mitsukoshi expertly, and although I had no apple maps, I made my way to main station without incident. From there, it was cruise mode, until I came up on the very best thing you can find in Taipei; a set of long long long stairs, each level of which is stone, and each level of which grinds without wax. Skateboarding isnt about landing tricks, but I landed some tricks on this newly installed stone stair spot, and I was very much pleased about it.
I cruised home for a bit, across asphault, tile, cement, and concrete. Energy welled up in my bosom and I went to the Three Stair Park instead of the house. It was quiet there. A gentle breeze was twiddling the leaves in the trees, and no hobos were roosting on the benches. The usual waist high pile of trash was at the trashcan, and a black and white cat was lurking around there.
I went in for a **** *****, and hit it. Then I went for a ***** ****, and hit that too. It's my new favorite trick. Fuck how anything looks, especially on video. Fuck how hard it is to do. I skate tricks because they feel good to do, and this one feels the best of all. I have the excuse that I'm old, and I can do what I want. Also, ***** **** is the most ideal cruising trick for curbs ever. Even if the curb grabs, you can just twist out of it, even at high speed. I started skating laps; proper **** *****, ***** **** *****, and another lap. The three stair park is like a condensed version of the hospital. It's super fun, but if more than three people are there, it's too crowded. The hospital can have four, but I've never been there when it was less than six.
I had thought about skating but surrendered the idea since I have to work early. My phone is broken and can only be used when it's on the charger, and when I got home from work and checked it, I found out a street session was going to depart from the bridge in 45 min. Reluctantly, I went. Thank god.
The was a short warm up, then mw and fa and i went to west. we started at the creative park cascade. it's a waterfall of three stairs, with sheer drops, stairs, and funny little clickity manny pads to bottom and back up. I proudly ***** somethign that scared the shit out of me for no reason (I skate like a pure bred horse) but mw and fa did thigns I never thought about.
We passed up main station, but maybe because we got seperated and mw went high to the skate spot and I followed fa down the 12 lane (smooth) road, with taxis trying to kill us. when we reconnected, we were nearly at the she men spot anyway, so we went on to it.
It's a memorial to a war criminal, in the back of a big plaza. The key feature is perfect black stone bench. Any grind or slide on it is so slick that you don't lose any speed on it. Fa got a series of *****s to various things out, at walking speed, which meant that since he grinded the whole thing, he was holding the crane pose of a ******* ***** for about three full seconds. Too bad my phone is dead, even the worst camera and photographer could have made that look awesome. The plaza next door was full of giant lanterns for a festival. Too bad we weren't japanese pros, because a line through there would have looked amazing.
We got booted, but in the most civlized way possible. A cop on a scooter came up, with no lights flashing, and waved at us, and then at the bench, and made the universal signal for "dont skate here". Well, it's probably the asian x, and not actually universal, but I'm basically Taiwanese now, so I can't imagine someone signing an X and not knowing what it means. Anyways, we nodded and left, because we arent assholes, and also, the war criminal's memorial is right beside a hotel, where presumably, people were trying to sleep or fuck.
Mw went home and fa and I went to the hospital. It's the second most important spot in Taipei, after the bridge. Even though it was midnight, there were 8 people skating there. I got a sort of ** **** ***** *** out, which was for sure the first of my life, and fa commented on it, so at least I know someone watching knew what trick it was supposed to be, even if it came out sloppily. The hospital crew are, I have to admit, cooler than the bridge crew, even though they overlap. Skating at hte hospital is like skating in sf in the mid 90s, except I wasnt there, so I cant't honestly say.
The MRT closed and fa had to go home, so I took this as an incentive to wander towards the house. I spotted the peak of mitsukoshi expertly, and although I had no apple maps, I made my way to main station without incident. From there, it was cruise mode, until I came up on the very best thing you can find in Taipei; a set of long long long stairs, each level of which is stone, and each level of which grinds without wax. Skateboarding isnt about landing tricks, but I landed some tricks on this newly installed stone stair spot, and I was very much pleased about it.
I cruised home for a bit, across asphault, tile, cement, and concrete. Energy welled up in my bosom and I went to the Three Stair Park instead of the house. It was quiet there. A gentle breeze was twiddling the leaves in the trees, and no hobos were roosting on the benches. The usual waist high pile of trash was at the trashcan, and a black and white cat was lurking around there.
I went in for a **** *****, and hit it. Then I went for a ***** ****, and hit that too. It's my new favorite trick. Fuck how anything looks, especially on video. Fuck how hard it is to do. I skate tricks because they feel good to do, and this one feels the best of all. I have the excuse that I'm old, and I can do what I want. Also, ***** **** is the most ideal cruising trick for curbs ever. Even if the curb grabs, you can just twist out of it, even at high speed. I started skating laps; proper **** *****, ***** **** *****, and another lap. The three stair park is like a condensed version of the hospital. It's super fun, but if more than three people are there, it's too crowded. The hospital can have four, but I've never been there when it was less than six.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
I'm Finding Out That True Love is Blind
I flaked out on mw last night, hard. Sorry.
I couldnt stay awake and I didn't wake up again til 13:00. Then I fucked around the house for a while and sugar coated some new skateboards and then a session got thrown together. We were gonna meet at She Men plaza, but when I rode over there, the 3 acre plaza was overflown with tents and all people and all kinds of shit that blocked the entire spot. I killed my phone, so I had no choice but ride all the way back home and inform the line group.
We met up later at the bridge. It was crowded and I was in a ferociously bad mood, but I worked through some basic things, like a zen cultist doing breathing exercises. It didn't really work and I was antsy, and also ironm had to leave by the last train, so me and him bailed and went to skate the ***** into bank next door. It was covered with people. So we went around the corner to the metal bank, and it had tents blocking it. Then we pushed a couple of stations away to the samurai helmet spot: it's the roof of an underpass that's pretty mellow but super exposed when the city is insanely busy. ironm tried some flip tricks on it but we went on towards to the main station.
At main station, I sat down to scope out the likelihood of bag theives in the general area as ironm skated the banks with the manny pads on top. Instead of a bag theif, a trio of slots came up to tell me they love me. I have ot say that I was flattered. I told the main one that i loved her too, even though it wasn't true, as ironm pivoted all kinds of cheese and crackers all over teh banks. he fell a few times into basically what is an open sewer for the local homeless, but piss dries, fortunately.
Eventually, the rest of the crew came up; rmj and fa and tfs. I annoyed everyoen by trying to direct teh skatespots, but i quickly got my comeuppance: the city was so busy that every spot I tried ot lead us to was filled with a sea of people. Skate moses, I am not. To be truthful, the whole thing had a poisonous feel to it. We all tried to make it work. no one was being a dick, except maybe me, but it felt bad.
we ended up failing to skate several spots and then pretended to enjoy skating the big ledge plaza at main station. it wasn't the worst thing, but it still sucked.
I credit fa with turning the tide. he started trying ******s across the plaza, for as far as he could, adn then in a minute we were all doing it. it broke the ice. rmj and i went for a beer, and on the way back noticed a man with a skateboard standing high up on the mrt entrance. It's not quite a quarter circle, but its at least 7 m off the ground. We paused far away, to watch the spectacle of someone trying ot roll down the back side of the quarter circle. he didn't make it. another day.
it got even better once we abandoned the idea of finding skate spots or having a good session. instead, we went down poop street to a spot from ancient history. It's a pair of steep, short wall rides, which require an ollie to get on at all. It also has a pink marble curb, and a metal curb, and it's nicely tiled. For me, this was the night when I could ****** **** ***** at will, ** and **. For others, it was a night of cheese and crackers on the wall rides.
A weird truck drove up, and dumped 587 newspapers on the sidewalk. we played team skate, because I begged them. tfs did some *** **** **** ******s and **** **** **********s like I wouldnt ever have expected anyone to be able to do. and ********* ** **** *****. what a douche. such a showoff.
As the session wound down, we beered up again and I lurched off before the rest of them. I'm old. At least I skated all the way home.
I couldnt stay awake and I didn't wake up again til 13:00. Then I fucked around the house for a while and sugar coated some new skateboards and then a session got thrown together. We were gonna meet at She Men plaza, but when I rode over there, the 3 acre plaza was overflown with tents and all people and all kinds of shit that blocked the entire spot. I killed my phone, so I had no choice but ride all the way back home and inform the line group.
We met up later at the bridge. It was crowded and I was in a ferociously bad mood, but I worked through some basic things, like a zen cultist doing breathing exercises. It didn't really work and I was antsy, and also ironm had to leave by the last train, so me and him bailed and went to skate the ***** into bank next door. It was covered with people. So we went around the corner to the metal bank, and it had tents blocking it. Then we pushed a couple of stations away to the samurai helmet spot: it's the roof of an underpass that's pretty mellow but super exposed when the city is insanely busy. ironm tried some flip tricks on it but we went on towards to the main station.
At main station, I sat down to scope out the likelihood of bag theives in the general area as ironm skated the banks with the manny pads on top. Instead of a bag theif, a trio of slots came up to tell me they love me. I have ot say that I was flattered. I told the main one that i loved her too, even though it wasn't true, as ironm pivoted all kinds of cheese and crackers all over teh banks. he fell a few times into basically what is an open sewer for the local homeless, but piss dries, fortunately.
Eventually, the rest of the crew came up; rmj and fa and tfs. I annoyed everyoen by trying to direct teh skatespots, but i quickly got my comeuppance: the city was so busy that every spot I tried ot lead us to was filled with a sea of people. Skate moses, I am not. To be truthful, the whole thing had a poisonous feel to it. We all tried to make it work. no one was being a dick, except maybe me, but it felt bad.
we ended up failing to skate several spots and then pretended to enjoy skating the big ledge plaza at main station. it wasn't the worst thing, but it still sucked.
I credit fa with turning the tide. he started trying ******s across the plaza, for as far as he could, adn then in a minute we were all doing it. it broke the ice. rmj and i went for a beer, and on the way back noticed a man with a skateboard standing high up on the mrt entrance. It's not quite a quarter circle, but its at least 7 m off the ground. We paused far away, to watch the spectacle of someone trying ot roll down the back side of the quarter circle. he didn't make it. another day.
it got even better once we abandoned the idea of finding skate spots or having a good session. instead, we went down poop street to a spot from ancient history. It's a pair of steep, short wall rides, which require an ollie to get on at all. It also has a pink marble curb, and a metal curb, and it's nicely tiled. For me, this was the night when I could ****** **** ***** at will, ** and **. For others, it was a night of cheese and crackers on the wall rides.
A weird truck drove up, and dumped 587 newspapers on the sidewalk. we played team skate, because I begged them. tfs did some *** **** **** ******s and **** **** **********s like I wouldnt ever have expected anyone to be able to do. and ********* ** **** *****. what a douche. such a showoff.
As the session wound down, we beered up again and I lurched off before the rest of them. I'm old. At least I skated all the way home.
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Back to 中山
Finally, a proper session. It was still pretty lighthearted, but it involved a dry and not too cold trip through the old spots in the north of the city. The initial plan was to meet at Yuanshan and wander down the river, but only oc showed up, and he had already done that route, so we warmed up on the flat and went south. Soon, we were at the old green two stair. It's a doorway entrance with an upper and lower ledge. The lower one wraps around the upper one. I've gotten into some ** ****** on the upper one, but never got out. I've never seen anyone skate it. It has a rusty gate for a wall, and it takes a significant speed committment to pop out over the lower section. OC did it in two tries. Then went through a slew of other tricks. I **-** ***** ** *** out. On the lower one.
We cruised to the lil hubba and he ***** **-**d it, then ***** over the big marble balls there that keep people from parking their cars on the sidewalk. A woman had her Ubike in the way, and he knocked it over as she stood inside the ATM closet, frozen in terror. We stood up her bike and put her crap back in the basket. Sorry lady. We had things to do. Well, OC still did. By that point, what little legs I started with had left me.
Next was Rplaza, but OC wasn't too impressed. We crossed the road to the long hubbas, and he was impressed. He tried to **-** it a few times, but couldn't really get into it. By this point, I was just watching.
OC's style is topsyturvy but methodical. Rolling up to the upper part, I didn't think he had a chance for the first few tries. He wasn't getting his front trucks on at all. Then he started to get it, then he started dialing it in. Had it not been for the late hour, I'm sure he would have continued to chip away at it until he was rolling away at the bottom. He never actually slammed, but he did slide upside down on his back down the first hubba. I hope I get to see it when he goes back.
We crossed the street to the rocks. He seemed to like that spot too. He hit the ******** a couple of tries, and then tried something astonishing. For the record, in the skate film [CENSORED], a pro ********* to **-** on the rock. It's a waist high, and nearly vertical. OC **** and ****** on it, then instantly started trying to ***** it. He didn't get this one either, but again, I hope I get to see it when he does. Fuck watching videos of people skating these spots, I got to see someone do it in real time. I'm way more excited about seeing him not make hte tricks than I would be about seeing a video of someone making it.
We cruised to the lil hubba and he ***** **-**d it, then ***** over the big marble balls there that keep people from parking their cars on the sidewalk. A woman had her Ubike in the way, and he knocked it over as she stood inside the ATM closet, frozen in terror. We stood up her bike and put her crap back in the basket. Sorry lady. We had things to do. Well, OC still did. By that point, what little legs I started with had left me.
Next was Rplaza, but OC wasn't too impressed. We crossed the road to the long hubbas, and he was impressed. He tried to **-** it a few times, but couldn't really get into it. By this point, I was just watching.
OC's style is topsyturvy but methodical. Rolling up to the upper part, I didn't think he had a chance for the first few tries. He wasn't getting his front trucks on at all. Then he started to get it, then he started dialing it in. Had it not been for the late hour, I'm sure he would have continued to chip away at it until he was rolling away at the bottom. He never actually slammed, but he did slide upside down on his back down the first hubba. I hope I get to see it when he goes back.
We crossed the street to the rocks. He seemed to like that spot too. He hit the ******** a couple of tries, and then tried something astonishing. For the record, in the skate film [CENSORED], a pro ********* to **-** on the rock. It's a waist high, and nearly vertical. OC **** and ****** on it, then instantly started trying to ***** it. He didn't get this one either, but again, I hope I get to see it when he does. Fuck watching videos of people skating these spots, I got to see someone do it in real time. I'm way more excited about seeing him not make hte tricks than I would be about seeing a video of someone making it.
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