Skateboards, Asphalt and Convicts

I work so close to Torrey Pines State Park, I thought it might be nice to head down there for an early lunch and take a few photos. I also had another brilliant/not so brilliant idea to break out the old skate so I could cruise in style down to the park rather than walking. And this is where things got ugly. I was rolling down the sidewalk, the wind blowing through my hair when I was posed with a dilemma. Do I pick my skate up and walk down the dirt patched and rock strewn road to Torrey Pines or do I man up and try to glide across and maneuver around these troublesome road blocks impeding my safe passage. Unfortunately I chose the latter. No sooner did I start my endeavor to navigate these road blocks did I find myself feeling a sense of weightlessness. This feeling came to an abrupt end facilitated by gravity and the friction between my nimble body and the underlying rock encrusted asphalt. All was quiet. I slowly opened my eyes to rays of light raining down on my humbled form through the nearby trees. As I was slowly scraping myself off the asphalt, I began to hear a low murmur that started to get louder and louder. At further inspection into the source of this commotion, I found myself looking at a fair number of men dressed in orange, button-up jump suits. Apparently I had preformed my little stunt in front of a brigade of convicts and they were not reserved in any way of letting me know it. I received some nice commentary on what had just transpired such as, “Dat white boy got laid out” to “safe,” as though I just slid into second base. I thanked them for their encouraging and kind words by waving to them with my only finger that that wasn’t damaged and went hobbling on my way. After everything was said and done, I was able to clean up at a water fountain and took a few TTV photos on my way back to my work.