Last Wednesday, the Hamilton Skateboard Assembly met with the Director of Parks and Cemeteries, who came to our meeting and gave us valuable advice about the procedures we would need to follow to further our vision for the skater-directed renovation of Beasley Skateboard Park. We were also informed that city workers would be dropping off two jersey barriers at the park the next morning, and that contractors would be coming on Friday to make the adjustments we requested a couple months ago (filling in some cracks, and cutting one of the rounded ledges to make it grindable). Everyone was very excited to finally see some changes after months of waiting, emails to the city and expectation. Part of the impetus to make this happen came from the upcoming 18th annual Beasley Park Skateboard Jam, which will be held mid August (14th & 15th) at Beasley Park and then Turner Park on the mountain. This is the longest running amateur skateboarding event in Canada, and has been organized each year by Derek "Oldschool" LaPierre, the HSA's "Secretary of Skate".
Since the jersey barriers were arriving on Thursday morning, I volunteered to meet the city crew and show them where to place them new elements. It is very difficult to move a three-ton concrete obstacle once it is in place, so this responsibility made me feel a little anxious. But the HSA President, Scott Macdonald, went to Beasley with me after the meeting and showed me whereabouts to place the barriers. The problem was, the place we marked out turned out to be too close to the metal railing on the east edge of the park for the barrier to fit. Also, Scott had thought we were receiving two regular sized jersey barriers, but what we actually asked for was one regular one and one tapered barrier. 
For these reasons, Thursday morning I had to make some executive decisions that would effect the skating life of the park for at least the rest of the summer. One issue to consider was the flow of the park: not interrupting the lines of usage that are already established in the space. Another issue is that skateboarding is not a symmetrical activity. Skaters either skate "regular" or "goofy", depending on whether their left or right foot is forward respectively. I wanted to place the barriers so that they could be utilized by both types of skateboarders as equally as possible.
On Thursday morning, I arrived at the park just as the city crew was unloading the first of the barriers. They used a large orange tractor to lift the barriers off a long flatbed truck. The truck had two barriers on it, but only one of them was for the park. The second barrier would arrive an hour or two later, on a separate trip. Of the two large barriers they had on the truck, they gave us the crappier one. It had several holes drilled in one side, and the bottom of the other side was all corroded near the middle. It looked like an older piece of street furniture that had already seen some service in the streets of Hamilton. Why they couldn't have given us the other barrier, which appeared to have nary a blemish, is beyond me--perhaps they thought that we were just going to wreck them anyways, which is partially true. 
I had to decide which side should face out, and I chose the one with the holes, reasoning that we could always patch them up later. I decided to set the barrier a little to the left of where Scott had indicated, at an angle so that the slope of the bowl (which used to be a wading pool) would lead up to the angled wall of the barrier. The barrier also had a strange piece of metal fastened to the top of it--something that could easily cut open a skater's hand if they were to accidentally press against it while skating. Why they didn't remove this is a mystery. We also had to knock a wasp's nest out of the metal joint at one end of the barrier, but somehow all these imperfections were fitting to the DIY spirit of this undertaking: we, the skaters of Beasley would take care of this decrepit old road barrier and turn it into something people could enjoy. 
The city crew had my cell number, so once the first barrier was in place, I went downtown to have some breakfast and to read the paper. A young woman who was working for the city as a park monitor was sitting on the swings with two little kids. She had taped paper snowflakes onto the trees and was going to pursue a snow-related theme for the day to conceptually combat the heat. I worked as a skateboard park monitor for the city a couple summers ago and it was a pretty good gig, but often we would only receive a handful of kids through the course of the day, so it could get a little boring.
I returned from breakfast just as the city crew was pulling into the park with the second of our barriers. Derek had called me from work and suggested placing the tapered barrier on the flat, "freestyle" area, which seemed a reasonable idea to me too. "I trust in your judgment" he said, but I still felt odd about making this decision all on my own. I had to decide which way the barrier's incline should face, and which angle to place it at so as to maximize the number of lines of approach it could accommodate. What really amazed me was the finesse with which the fellow from the city was able to maneuver the barrier into place using such a huge tractor as medium. By nudging, sliding and tapping the barrier, he managed to place it exactly where I had indicated. Even though I made a point on their first trip to ask whether the city guys could possibly pick a nice, clean and new tapered barrier for us on their return, the workers said they had no control over which ones the guys from the yard picked out for us. This is how things work in municipal power structures: wheels within wheels. But the tapered barrier we got was not so bad. It had one big crack across the low end, which does not look amendable by filler, but which might get worn down through use so as not to cause too many hangups.
I didn't have a chance to actually skate these new elements until Sunday night, and even then I had to sneak away just before sunset for a half hour or so. I missed the big inaugural sessions that no doubt raged on Friday and Saturday evening. The barriers hadn't been installed for more than a few hours on Thursday before a couple skaters, energized by the new prospects for fun, made a trip to Home Depot, bought some quick-dry cement, and built a transition into the large Jersey barrier. The position of this ramp allows one to hit the bowl and then blast into the Jersey barrier. When I arrived on Sunday, there was already a thick coat of wax and tell-tale grind marks on the two barriers. I had fun carving the new transition, and ollieing onto the tapered barrier, as well as onto the newly cut ledge. The Bease suddenly had become about 3000% more fun to skate! There was only one other fellow skating the park with me. We cautiously ignored each other for a while, but then we eventually got around to exchanging trick info. I showed him some old freestyle moves, dripping sweat like a soggy sponge, and he gave me advice on foot positioning for 360 flips, a staple modern trick that I have never been able to land. By placing my back foot on the very back edge of the tail, the board flips very efficiently, and I went from not being able to get a full 360 degree rotation, to flipping 180 degrees too far! The combination of my new board and old shoes also helped, and perhaps I'll be able to land this elusive trick by the end of the summer. What I found interesting is the "currency of exchange" that skating creates between two perfect strangers of different age, race and economic categories. Because of skateboarding were were capable of speaking a common language and creating a sort of temporary bond in the sometimes hostile heart of downtown, where strangers fear each other more often than not. I passed this fellow later on my way home and gave him the peace sign.
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