Saturday the temps were in the upper 40s, first nice day in a while, and the plan was hatched for a session at Attleboro. I fired up the Torquise Tortoise, picked up Doug and Thomas, and we headed to the ramp. Session in full swing, tons of people, and when the sun was out it was warm and t-shirt weather. 30 minutes later, clouds rolled in, and the hoodies were put back on. We joked that summer had come and gone. It was a joke, right? Attleboro is the spot. Below, Doug blasts FSA.
F-side grindage, from top to bottom: Pete Stroke, Big Tim Mugging, and Thomas.
Doug takes the plunge and rolls in. Haven't had a major snow in weeks, but the swamp remains iced over and snowy. I'm not skating yet, but when it's cold the ramp hardens up and gets fast.
Big Tim blasted some frontside airs, and his last one was huge but not a make. This is the result. Bandaids, sticky sheets, and a scab that will likely last a few months with a scar that will continue to get peeled off. Dues have been paid.
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