I'm not a fan of the "text only" blog post. But there is a very good reason for this one. Secrecy, and lots of it.
I've talked about the etiquette of secret spots and DIY builds before and I'm not going to go over old ground here but, that's right, BUT it would seem that not all skaters in the UK read this blog, a revelation that rocked me to my core. How do I know this?
I know it because of our recent escapades at the new Secret Spot. A combination of a poor grasp of the etiquette and the introduction of the interwebs and associated social media has had blood pressures rising and stern words a-spoken.
I was going to bring you images of the spot depicting the leaps and bounds in construction that happened on Saturday and even more that went down on Saturday. Unfortunately we are now on a photo-blackout. Hence all the words.
So with no visuals for your eye-balls it leaves me only one course of action. To moan about my bad back. It'll get you too you know. I was very smug about back pain when I was younger, I was a very flexible teenager, as my golf swing proved, and bad backs were what lazy, inactive people got as karma for being lazy, inactivate and quite possibly fat. Now I know better.
My back's taken a beating over the years, like most skaters, just think of all the times you've landed on your coccyx. This Saturday I learnt that crouching on my knees hammering away at a concrete floor with a masonry chisel and a flimsy hammer for an hour or so can have an even more devastating effect on my back. Since the hard labour of Saturday I've been walking like the worst kind of incontinent pensioner and, of course, unable to skate.
This is where I finally get round to making my point. Skateboarding is amazing, we all know that. Building something to skate is even more amazing. Crippling yourself building something to skate is still amazing because pain is temporary. I'm gutted I won't be able to skate for a week or so but knowing what is in the works at the spot totally makes up for it. If my back goes once we're finish and it's ready to shred, I may well be less philosophical about it.
Look after your back kids.... Pah, as if you're going to listen to me?
P.S. bend zee kneez!!