After a few texts of Mr Skippsy during the week the plan had been hatched to hit up the Works on Sunday since the big man had to pick up a piece for his other love his 205 rally car. ( Some say he loves it more that his bike and judging on his riding and moaning on this day I think I believe them.) Due to our little de-tour we had to drive though a previously un-explored part of Leeds by us and by the looks of things the last 10 years, we managed to spot a little skate park in the distance and since the snow that the weather man had predicted had not started to fall we decided to check it out. As we pulled into the car park we seen that right next to the park was a massive BMX race track with a start gate and everything.
After one lap of the track we decided we were defiantly not fit enough for this racing shit and headed over to the park. Apart from having the biggest and mellowest 1/4 I have ever seen the park offered nothing but massive coping and moldy ramps. Round the edge of the park however were little banks to curvy benches that worked rather well as a sub box, which was nice.
We decided to leave the park as to not push our luck with the weather and possibly get to ride Hyde Park before the rain came. After getting to the rapest hang out that is Hyde park it was still dry and looking promising to my wallet. We bumped into Wood's doppelganger has his mate Bob Scerbo and had a rather good shred bar the constant winging from Mick about he has can't ride and wanted to go home but since it was still dry I wanted to hit up some of Leeds street but after riding the elusive flat bank at the uni my street ideas were over ruled and it was beer o'clock and time for a burger and a pint.
After a trip the best boat based pub since the Tuxedo Royal it was time to head home.
Well wasn't that the worst and half arsed trip report you have ever read. We'll that just how the trip was, slack and unplanned. The BMX way.
Tomorrow.............. EDIT.
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