Transitions
The freshly laid plywood soaks in the morning sun. I walk to the garage for more nails and a tape measure. I leave footprints in the freshly peeled plywood. The days skateboarding don’t get any better than this...I can drop in on my ramp, feeling the transitions I patiently cut, and do an axle stall on steel coping, hearing the “tink” sound of my trucks, metal on metal, feeling my weight shift as I slide the metals together a little, confidently dropping back in, ready before I even leave, for the endless transitions.
Bradley's Blog:Jason Bradley is a freelance writer, editor, and blogger. Jason blogs about transportation, hobbies, travel, and other random topics.
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