Friday, March 3, 2017
Work was brutal this week. My soul needed a little rejuvenation. I dash out of work and to Charm City Mason Dixon indoor skate park. It’s cold outside here, but warm at Charm City. This place has become one of the places I consider a home park. Much to my surprise and frankly delight, the park is wide open as just two other dudes are there skating. I carve around and do my normal old man bullshit: a boneless here, no comply there, and a few ollies just to keep myself honest. Nose Slides feel so good, and are so fun. It’s time to get down to brass tacks, whatever that means. 5-0 grinds to tail on the hubba have become my nemesis. On any given ledge, I have them pretty consistent, but on this hubba not so much. I take a couple passes at them, I lock in grind, turn to tail a little slide, and the board shoots away from me. I’m so close, I can taste it. Sweat rolls from beneath my helmet and into my eyes. It stings, but I wipe it away. I’m determined, I’m gonna make this freaking 5-0. This pass is it. I lock in. It feels awesome… something goes wrong, next thing I know, I’m on my back sliding away from the hubba. Fuck! I pick myself up, and do a quick self-inspection. Undeterred, I move back to take another pass. I push towards the hubba, ollie and lock in… turn to tail… the board shoots away from me… exasperated, I take another pass. A definition of insanity has been to do the same thing again and again and expect a different result. Once more to the hubba, and the same result as my board shoots away. My nemesis has won the battle this evening, but not the war. I’ll be back. I’m close, but I know it’s not happening tonight. I’m gonna get his on lock soon. I kick around the park, carving around doing my old man bullshit: a boneless here, a no comply there, and few ollies thrown it just to keep me honest… damn, I love to ride my skateboard.
I am fortunate enough to live in an area that offers a variety of skateparks close to my home. The parks are an amazing buffet of choices...