Aside from it being the place I lived until the age of four (and a glorious first four years they were) I have recently come to the conclusion that I hate Chester-le-street. While the town square looks like a spot that only Barcelona's finest could dream of finding, it turns out it's festering with slack jawed yokels doing wheelies on moutain bikes and their younger siblings asking me if I'm sponsored because they saw me do a tre flip. which, don't get me wrong, is flattering, but my joy and modest sense of pride was torn down after I attempted the wall ride I'd done 9 times already, and instead of riding up the wall like the agile salamander that I am, I managed this...
You may be thinking, that's not so bad, but after seeing the gap it left in my nose, your mind should be changed. Three plies down, three or four to go. (can't be arsed to count)
After a day of ollying gaps I didn't think this would be how I'd destroy my day old board.P.S. Palace boards are actually very nice. Don't be put of by my sheer stupidity and/or their sheer hippidy hoppidy hipsternesss.
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