Ahhh...summertime.

That magical time of year when the humidity drags the sweat from your body, kicking and screaming, but hardly noticeable during a heated session.

In my town, spots are few and far between. But the locals become industrious, gathering materials and tools in an attempt to get that one meeting place, that warm up spot, to become a reality.

I can only remember a few years where there wasn't at least one place littered with launch ramps and grind boxes, makeshift wallrides and all-day sessions made to make the humidity an afterthought in the many summers I've been on board.

It's not the ceativity, trickwise, that amazes me about skating, it's the sheer determination to squeeze every bit of fun out of a sweltering day, ripping long into the night; or until the mosquitoes become unbearable.

So kids, if your town sucks for skating, you might as well do something about it. Raid your dad's wood pile, sneak into the lumber yard, spend your last bit of cash on plywood(or better yet, concrete) to make the summer one to remember.

Cause remember, you only skate as much as you actually want to.

Have Fun.