Okay, the discovery of the Central Park Skate Patrol has completely rocked my balls off. I had no idea that it even existed; I fucking love serious Rollerbladers.
I went to college in Washington, DC ,very near the White House, and spent many languid afternoons soaking up the hardcore roller fag scene, watching the pomaceous calved, mostly spandex-clad roller boys skate up and down the cordoned-off portion of Pennsylvania Avenue (incidentally, I also once saw a George W. Bush doppelganger get shoved into a van and spirited away). I don’t know what it was about the roller fag guys, but I really admired them. They skated with such authority and absence of self-consciousness that it was irresistable. Since I left DC four years ago, and moved to New York, I haven’t found any inline skating scene that even comes close to the one at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
In Central Park, where I go to run, it looks to me like the rollerbladers are more into fitness and taking the air than anything else. They look completely oblivious of how good inline skating culture can get: races, cool gear, super fit people, increased self-esteem; need I press on?
Well, now that I know about the Central Park Skate Patrol, my first order of business is to go see what kind of inline skating scene they’ve got cooking. I’m also going to go enroll in one of their Stopping Clinics ASAP, it sounds fucking awesome. I know how to stop fairly well on my skates, but it’s one of those things that can always be a little bit better.
In the meantime, here is a link to the online, inline heel break tutorial. This guy looks like he really knows what the fuck he is doing.
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Sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you.
There is nothing involved in this post that isn’t awesome. I am holding off for the Going Clinic
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