Some days I just have to go skate. Even if I am in a small town so bereft of proper places to skate that it is hard to believe it. And even if it is raining.
This particular Saturday was one of those days. Cats and dogs fell from the sky and, like common trolls, me and my sidewalk surfing friend sought shelter under a bridge. The bank under this bridge is considered a classic Västervik spot (i.e. extremely rare and really bad in a funny way) and with the exception of a short run-up, crappy ground, rough uneven tiles and gravel and dirt everywhere - it is a pretty decent spot! Haha.
Backside kickflip.
Frontside pop shove-it.
Troll country.
Somewhere over the rainbow.
Tomorrow I'm going back to Stockholm.