I can hear the sound – like rushing water – but I don’t live beside the water anymore. I can’t figure out the sound. I make my way to the balcony door and I realize there are no cars travelling along the viaduct across from the apartment. Strange, since it’s 4pm on a Thursday, the road should be jammed with cars.
I go out on the deck and see, instead of cars, a line of skateboarders clad in the requisite jeans and t-shirt, helmetless, of course. Hundreds of these “guys” (can’t tell if there are any girls) are floating along the tarmac. It’s strange, because when I hear one skateboarder it’s a harsh sound, but hundreds of boarders create a calming. hum-like sound. The long line of moving bodies is mesmerizing. I stare and then grab my phone to capture a lousy video.
They all seem so casual and free. I find it amazing that no one crashes into each other. They are perfectly spaced as if someone choreographed the ride.
I guess I have always admired the attitude of boarders – cool, casual, confident and determined. Have you ever watched guys practising a jump? They try and try and fall and try again. Maybe they are just bad boarders who need extra determination to nail that jump!
A couple of days later I find out it was “Go Skateboarding Day” – a day to celebrate the joy of skateboarding. Pretty impressive for skateboard “slackers” to organize an event that closes a city viaduct and brings together hundreds of boarders at a certain time and place. Could they be organized bohemians?