Back at it!

The basement redo has taken up so much of my time, and worse, virtually all of my gumption and mental focus. But this weekend, I got back to important things like skating. With a little help from my friends. Gimpy was fresh off the injury list and ready to rip. High speed and high gnar 50-50s with no fear of the blinding shadow to bright morning sun contrast in the 6 foot corner. Manuals, and frontside 5-0s smooth as ever. Welcome Back Jon.

Brett, Skid, and Mofo were all in for the session. It must be nice for your first warm-up run to include a manual all the way around the capsule, like Brett. Dave was charging with fast and controlled hip hops and runs twice as long as everyone else. Mofo was amazing everyone, again, by throwing big frontside airs, 5-0s, and smooth lipslides all over. His tailslides are really irritating, because he does them so well, they've begun making his board sound as if he's sponsored by Briggs&Stratton. (flatspot) I was working hard to wire 50-50s. I had more of a practice session. While Dave had a few vaginal flairs, most of my bails were just not doing things right. Sketch master. At least I'm comfortable and attempting them consistently without hesitation. Slow progress, but progress. We also met a "new" local. Christian has just relocated to DaVille from park rich Florida. He was really pushing it. It was fun chatting with him, but very painful to watch his frontside hip transfers... Jon and I convinced him that while scary, rolling in was easy. It took me 3 days of convincing, it only took us 3 minutes to convice him. One roll up, just to check out the idea, and then bam, he rolled right in, no problem. Good job Christian. Welcome to DaVille.


I now have proof that Mofo is a machine. For some unknown reason, he and Skidzilla have taken to this pedestrian pavement pounding hobby of running. So every once in awhile, they get together with a few thousand other purposeful pedestrians and run for 13 miles or so. Why? I guess because they can. I like to think they're gearing up for some street skating high bust risk sessions. They don't have to outrun the wannabecop security guard, they just have to outrun me. I'll show up for a few moments to cheer them on their pedestrian adventures, but that's it. And I still reserve the right to give them hell for being peds on purpose. Oh, the proof? Kyle ran 13 miles with his eyes closed. Whatta freak.


But wait, we're not through yet. OMP rolled in LATE on Sunday. Around 7:30 in the PM. I don't remember ever skating on a Sunday evening. We had a great session, though it was friggin' cold. It was hard to skate with your eyes watering from the cold on a speed run. Paul was shiverin' but still amazing to watch rip the place up, particularly considering he hasn't even seen this place in well over a month. Not sure how he does that. It wasn't crowded at all, but it sure felt like it. It was a real snake session with the bikers. Now I remember why I haven't skated much in the evenings...

Anyway... a great weekend. Thanks people. Life is good.