Well, sunset is lamentably early now, and getting earlier by the day. I should have gone out skating earlier today, but I didn't, there's no use crying over spilled milk, etc etc [insert trite common sense phrase here].
|17 year old kingpin decided it had |
had enough of my bullshit tonight.
Anyway, I got out there, and the 17 year old kingpin on one of my 17 year old Indy 149s broke. I was just doing a wheelie, and it snapped loudly, which is OK. I thanked the kingpin for 17 years of fine service, and grabbed the other board I had with me (I always take two boards), the 9' side Mode Pool shape.
I got in about 45 minutes of rolling around, listening to the Cure, and reviving my soul. The sacred solitary skate session. The rolling. The turning. The spinning and whirling around and whatnot. SACRED.
I managed to start working on something I've been thinking about for the last 2 weeks, which makes me quite happy, and also just rolling and flowing stuff as I am prone to do, and of which this clip is a commonly-seen yet prime example of my way of doing things, for what it's worth. The new thing will never be seen on publicly available video because, and this stuns me, there are freestylers out there ripping off my moves. Friends of mine!
A short session, but I had a good time.