Getting Old

Now that I'm a property owner, my perspective has shifted. A young guy who lives across the street likes to skateboard in front of my house on the sidewalk and road, and this can prove distracting when I'm trying to work, but would rather be doing something perhaps more fun, like skateboarding in front of the house.

I've been in a bit of a mood lately, contemplating mid-life, my new situation as a home owner, grad student, and the sunburn I got on the top of my head from an unnoticed (until now) bald spot. When I came home the other day, Drew (let us call him), my skateboarding neighbour, was applying candle wax to the curb on the corner of the lot upon which my house sits. Because we're on a slight hill, this curb is the best one for skating at our particular intersection, but the problem is, the wax build-up on the curb makes it quite slippery, and I have become worried that, were someone to fall on account of loosing their footing, I would be liable.

So I approached Drew and asked him not to put wax on the curb. He and I have skated together before, and, earlier this spring, I helped him soundproof a wooden box that he has built for skateboarding. He likes to place the box on the same curb in front of my house, which is the most opportune place for such an obstacle. It has a metal bar attached to one side for grinding, but it was a hollow box and made a lot of noise until I helped him fill it with insulation. Drew is a respectful fellow and listened to my concerns about pedestrians slipping, but I still felt like the old man shutting down his fun. Perhaps I was being overly cautious with my concerns, or maybe I was giving vent to a repressed desire to skate the curb myself.

But I asked what had happened to his grinder-box, and he said it had gotten rusty from all the rain we've been having lately. Nevertheless, he hauled it up the hill from his backyard and installed it on the curb. It had indeed gotten rusty, but the application of a thick layer of candle wax brought it back to life, and soon he was grinding away. I decided that I had read enough Judith Butler for one night. I put on my skate shoes, brushed my teeth (I always brush my teeth before skateboarding, as a kind of good luck charm), and did some skateboarding with Drew.

The newly-waxed box was very slippery, and I took a bit of a fall the first time I tried it. Drew said, "That was such a slow-motion fall!". Because of my time-slowing powers, I didn't hurt myself at all. It actually felt really good to skate again after so long of a hiatus. The muggy air was causing a lot of sweat, even though it was cloudy and not so hot. After busting a few of my signature moves (360 shove-its, no-comply to shifty, airwalks and "slap maxwell" grinds that nobody seems to do any more) I started to feel less like an old grouchy man and more like my normal self.

Before he went in for the night, Drew told me about a new secret skate spot, through a hole in a fence, behind a factory not so far from where I live. I'm going to have to check that one out sometime in the near future.

Toronto

I went skateboarding around Toronto on Saturday. My cell phone broke, so I couldn't take any photos. I also couldn't access the number of my friend whom I was supposed to meet for dinner. Instead of relaxing at a cafe, as I had planned, I spent the afternoon anxiously trying to remember where his house was. I had only been there once before, on New Years, and could remember the general neighbourhood and the look of the front yard, but despite skating up and down several streets, I couldn't find the house. It was difficult skateboarding and scrutinizing houses at the same time, as the roads were rough and full of holes and cracks. I stopped at a garage sale, and some women offered me free clothing. I then skated to another friend's house who gave me the number of the friend I was meeting. This whole process took a lot of effort, and I was wearing my thin-soled shoes that, though designed as skate shoes, are mostly useless for actual skateboarding. By the end of the day, my feet were killing me, and I think I bruised the ball of the foot that I push with.

But I did make it to my friend's house, late, and after running into a girl from my old philosophy class who didn't seem surprised that I couldn't find a copy of Marx's Capital anywhere in Hamilton. It's that kind of attitude that makes people hate Toronto, but maybe I'm just too sensitive. My friend made a very good dinner of braised lamb shank, rice and salad. His girlfriend is vegetarian and had soybeans on rice with salad. I think I enjoyed the soybeans more than the lamb, but I have a hard time not eating meat when it is there in front of me. As it turns out, my friend had the exact same cell phone as the one I have that had just broke. I plugged my old phone into his charger, but the phone still wouldn't come back to life. He has a blackberry for work and only used the cell phone as an alarm clock (which drove his girlfriend crazy). So he actually gave me the phone, which I brought home but haven't yet set up. However, it seems that the alarms on cell phones work even when there is no "chip" in them, because this morning at 8 am, and then again at 8:10, 8:20 and 8:30, the alarm on my friend's phone went off.

Recent Skate Activity

The new Gonz deck is still holding up. One thing about riding on a larger, heavier deck for a while (the kind of deck that, amazingly, everyone rode back in the 80's) is that, when you switch back to a slimmer, lighter, modern deck, it feels much more responsive and easy to manipulate. It's like running or playing B-ball with those strap-on weights; when you take them off, you feel extra light and "fit".

So, Matt Z and I went to Beasley Park and then to Turner Park on the mountain last week for a tour. It was nice having someone to skate with, especially at Turner, where the proliferation of younger kids, and local hot-shots out to prove something, can make an older skater feel even more like a dinosaur than usual. Matt and I skated around for a while, and then a window opened up where we had the empty swimming pool all to ourselves for a good fifteen minutes (usually, there is a whole "snake session" going on, with kids competing with each other to get a run in). I really like carving the bowl, even though I'm not all that good at it. It uses a whole different set of muscles than street skating and is, actually, the type of non-ramp skating that preceded the flatground streetstyle that I learned as a kid.

I also went out last Friday night to meet my friend Oldschool at the Beaze. He's pushing forty, and can skate Beasley park like nobody else, doing big layback grinds to revert on the quarter pipe, and all kinds of old bonelesses and fast-plants, as well as his signature nose-wheelie that he can almost sustain to the very edge of the path through the soccer field. There were just three or four of us at the park that night, and I had a good session: didn't fall that much, got a few good lines in, and had a good talk with Oldschool about computers and video games.

The next night, I decided to tempt fate and go out a second time. I reasoned that the only way to get back into shape was to apply myself a little. This time, there was the regular Beaze Crew cutting up the park. Given that it was a long weekend, I was unhappy to find that the city has not yet come through with the Jersey Barrier and curb that we ordered about a month ago, when Oldschool and I met with the parks & rec. people. They had sent a crew to fill in the dangerous gaps and cracks that had developed in the concrete over the winter--this is in their own best interests as the city would be liable if some kid broke a bone due to the perilous chasms that had been littered throughout the park. But, given that the city manages to deliver Jersey barriers and curbs on a regular basis (and in far greater quantities) to roadwork cites, why is it so difficult to get them to drop off a couple of these utilitarian fixtures at the Beaze? Just one or two curbs would provide so much enjoyment to dozens of skaters, but the city doesn't prioritize fulfilling this promise.

At any rate, at least the concrete was "smoothish" again. It was such a hot day that everyone was staying in the shade. The guys were doing tricks over the "nipple", because it was out of the sun. I tried to land a few tricks, but bailed alot instead. A combination of the heat and the sugar-filled slushy I had consumed made it difficult to focus. Mike, an older skater whom I hadn't seen for a while, was there. He spent about an hour trying to land complicated tricks out of the bowl. He never seemed to land anything, but one time I saw him almost land a trick--the board making a delicate flip in the air and just about catching back up with his feet--and I could see the poetry in his head that he was struggling to actualize.

So, this second time out wasn't the best session, but it was good to see everyone, and to sit in the shade sipping my slushy while the guys exchanged crude jokes. Paco found a way to wear a Food Basics shopping bag as if it were a "wife beater" t-shirt, and I made a joke about being inspired for a whole new summer wardrobe. He then ripped the thin plastic off his chest in an Incredible Hulk impersonation that was quite funny. It's sad that, since the new park on the mountain opened, Beasley Park does not enjoy the raging sessions that it once did. But it's also kind of nice that the same core group of downtown skaters still utilize the area and, have, if anything, less crowds to contend with.