Our daily depth. Hooked up with Pauly, and did some good shit. Tertiary lines as it were. The conditions ranged from bizarre windset to sweet powder, and all the stages in between. Fat Man? Ripple? Dirty Pillows? Filthy pillows. Mr Mooseknuckle. So many names, and so many opportunities to get sick. Powder flu, as it were.
Last week, it took me 12 slams to get a switch blunt on the micro, with a little 'in ramp' help. Today, 26 tries, 26 slams, no in-ramp, on the midi. Basically 2.5 inches in vertical feet from where I need to perfect this trick. I am calling it, for tomorrow. As long as there isn't too much snow in the air to skate, I am calling this from the upper deck. Blunt month is February, it' sthe scariest, most un-natural trick I know, so, pulling it in February, as the light warms up and the trenches to the ramp get obtuse...it's ony natural.
It was a great day when he discovered that speech could be used for narrative.
Posted by: Meizitang Capsules | February 18, 2012 at 11:11 AM