Transitions
I walk to the garage for more nails and a tape measure. My skate shoes leave footprints in the plywood. The plywood soaks in the morning sun. The days skateboarding don’t get any better than this...I drop in on the freshly plied ramp, feeling the transitions I patiently cut, and do an axle stall on steel coping, hearing the “tink” sound of my trucks, feeling my weight shift as I slide the metals together, confidently dropping back in, ready before I even leave, for the endless transitions.
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