I digress... as usual.
So I have been longboarding every chance I get since Spring has arrived. On a chilly day, in a dress, barefoot, on the way to the coffee shop... you get the idea.
One of my favorite places is Wash Park in Denver. And it's super convenient because it's about 3 minutes from where I work three days per week. It's got this wide, paved loop around some pretty ponds, sprawling fields, big trees, and tennis courts. It can get kind of full of cyclists and joggers, but for the most part it's smooth sailing during my skates.
So I go and hit up Wash Park after work this evening - leggings, vans, a big tee... I'm ready for some serious skating.
Earphones in.
The Dirty Heads on.
I take off and keep up a fast pace.
Or, I don't know, at least it felt fast when the wind was in my face...
Cruising cruising... on my second loop now and it's getting dark. People are dispersing and my cruising is getting even easier as I have the path mostly to myself.
I'm carving pretty hardcore down a hill and in my own happy little world when suddenly I realize there is someone next to me and matching my speed.
I look over to see a cyclist on a road bike smiling at me. A pretty handsome feller, I must say. I smile back and give a giggle out of embarrassment for my oblivious nature.
"Is that an Arbor?" He asks with a large, attractive grin on his face.
