Wednesday, June 12, 2013

My curb.

As of late I've been having the privilege of skating a lot more than I have been able to these past few years. My shifts at work got flipped upside down and I now work until just after midnight. Which means that when I'm not dead tired after work I stop at my new local curb and do grinds for as long as my body is capable. I do pay the price when my two little girls wake up bright and early the next morning, which in turn means so do I. But the lack of sleep is a small price to pay to be able to roll around on a regular basis again. The curb I chose as my own is about 8 minutes from home and it pretty much sucks. It needs wax to grind. There's a huge crack dead in the middle of it. And if it rains even one day out of the week it's pretty much guaranteed that the drain spout that lies inside/under the curb is creating a nice puddle to have fun trying to grind around. But it's my curb and I have fun with it. I may have to put in a few more pushes but the crack and water doesn't stop me...well, most of the time. Here's a picture of my curb; Ollie's. 

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