Some days you just don’t feel it, and today was one of those days for me.
Nothing went wrong, exactly, but nothing felt stellar either. I’ll just blame it on the remaining dirt and pebbles, a couple of which came close to halting my forward motion.
Even with a sub-awesome session, I came to term a nose stall where you rise up off the wheels and balance on the tip of the board a “nose pick.” The name came after I accidentally teetered on the deck before heading down the bank fakie. I guess the chuckle I got from the name was enough to make it a good day at the skatepark. Anyway.
Here’s to another chance to shred in the coming days.