Obviously getting out for a skate has been tuff, and not the highest priority but after 10 days it was perfect timing. Whip was up in London staying with Johners and the Kingston park was officially open as of Sunday. So off we went.
Being a Sunday it was always going to be packed and so it was. Plenty of skaters, BMXicans and too many scooterists (one is too many), way to many. The number of people meant one thing. No fast lines at all. I had a coming together with a BMX and a verity of kids within the first 5 minutes. So we ended up sticking to the bowl area.
The first impressions of this park are that it would be sick if you and 6 of your mates are there alone, but at the weekend it's just going to be impossible to use the whole park.
Dan and Max were already at the park when we arrived but before too long the Brighton sunshine bus arrived with Sam, Jamie Aaarrgh and Stevie who wasted no time getting involved.
It wasn't long before I had been caught out by the astro-turf patch at the side of the mini-ramp section that fired me onto the green painted unfinished-concrete, which eats skin at an alarming rate, my palms and knees still remind me of this fact nearly a week later. Stigmata can make changing a nappy even more of a challenge.
Martyn also put in an appearance and started getting over excited from the word go. A little session on the spine and extension was just hotting up as the 2 hours of sleep the night before started to catch up with me so I pulled out the Lumix and grabbed a few shots just to prove it all really happened. At least I've finally weened myself off that bloody phone-cam obsession.
So fingers crossed there'll be another session over the weekend worth sharing.
|Johners en-route to the Park|
|Whip taking evasive action|
|Mixing astro-turf and raw concrete can take it's toll|
|Sam over the gap|
|Stevie poppin' and droppin' onto the non-riding surface|
|Martyn, Jamie and Johners, only one of them is scratching his arse.|