I had planned on nursing my ankle all week, in case I got a chance to skate the great bowl at Heber, but I couldn’t resist the cool evening air, and so I rode the hell out of our local prefab skate park. Or at least as much hell as I could scare out with my big wheels.
No injuries and some half-decent fakie disasters on the mini ramp if I do say so myself. That’s a trick I can only do when I have some serious energy.
Oh, and here’s the lousy vid my cell phone shot to fulfill the fs grind for OMA’s Transition S-K-A-T-E. Not fancy, but it should be enough to stay in the game.
