dancing like a fool and skating the mini
on the way home from work I had my second significant skate commute related faux pas, as I tried to stop in time for an unexpected people mover that appeared from a pub car park. I tried to bail and grab my board but the ground was wet and I did a comical can-can style slidey feet dance before falling on my arse to the huge amusement of a passing biker (I could hear his guffaws from inside his helmet as he motored past) and the bemusement of the the people mover driver who, bizarrely, apologised to me. Maybe he mistook my instinctual defense mechanism grin for the grin of an escaped lunatic. In fact I grinned most of the rest of the way home, laughing about how I insist on making a twat of myself on a regular basis.
Skaters realise and accept this, the inevitability that you are going to spend time laying on the floor during most skate sessions, and indeed it is funny, as are most things in life if you think about them hard enough.
In the evening it was a session at churchill mini, getting a bit better at the frontside 50-50’s (i.e. I rode a few out without the clown impression in the middle), still sketchy on the backside stuff, but riding a few more out than before. (Photos to follow when Adrian emails them to me)