Well it’s February and it’s raining; it’s still bloody raining. Thank god for indoor skate parks. A haven of dry in a world of boggy jumps and waterlogged berms. Plywood is refreshingly firm and springy under wheel. Perhaps a little too firm as a stuffed jump means I'm now typing this with very little help from my right hand, the wrist of said hand being about as much use as a triathlete on a downhill course. Anyway, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and besides it left me free to take a couple of pictures of Ed tearing about the place.
Posted by Chris






