Holy Communtion

My new computer "base" really is a communion rail.  In the tradition of the Episcopal church, it is a rail set upon shiny brass fittings where the congregation kneel to receive communion from the Rector.  I suppose I needed such at home in front of the boxes.  (The TV and the PC)  It works well like most of the things I conceive out of necessity.  I seem to do well with wood, but I had trouble last eve drilling a skateboard for its rear truck.  Always this has been a challenge for me without the aid of a drill press.  To boot you need to drill FOUR holes at the same time perfectly perpendicular to the rails of the board mounting the truck perfectly straight forward.  (If you want the board to travel in a straight line, the trucks must align.)  "If the glove don't fit, you must acquit."  After several attempts remedying my fuck ups, I managed to equip this Jay Adams Z Flex re-issue with a vintage set up emulating non other than the stick upon which Stacy Peralta pioneered 'gyrating.'
It is strange and unusual.  It has very narrow length axles, because it used to be a roller skate truck.  It has roller skate-like wheels.  They are the same dimensions.  The durometer or hardness is softer for the asphalt   Still having learned upon such a thin and nimble machine, Mr. Peralta had an advantage.  Also he knew how to surf.  Translating "that" carving motion to the skateboard...   Well, the rest is history.  After tightening the ACS-430 trucks a little, it felt quite natural to me.  I have impeccable balance.  Whence it came I am not so sure.  I ride motorcycles in the woods, and its aesthetic is much like Trials riding.  Trials riders used a very-of-low-center-of-gravity motorcycles to traverse extremely challenging natural terrain.  These incredible men ride a motorcycle over boulders, trees, or any other geometric obstacle   It is the shit!  While I do not profess to possess those skills, this small patch of guarded woods behind my house has been a training ground for my MX skills.  Because my bike is not whoop-worthy I cannot jump a large chasm.  My suspension is not equipped for such a thing.  (i.e. tight mono-shock aided by gas and pre-load, and cartridge front forks)  Still with my cushy Honda XR-200r, progressive springs and higher viscosity fork oil have provided a stellar riding opportunity.  I ride grades of 70 degrees.  I twist and I turn, I compress and expand, and I power slide through dirt and pine straw ever bit as advanced as an MX course.  When I have peace and privacy, it is heaven.  It is like skateboarding.  Typing on the keyboard is similar.  It is digital.  You must use your digits.  Riding the bike you must use your digits and your feet.  Like an organist and a set drummer all of your extremities work independently but in tandem.  It is dance.  It is heaven.  When I ride my inexpensive 250cc Nighthawk, I practise these things.  I balance the bike according to wind pressure and resistance.  Sometimes my elbows are out like wings, because I need stability on the handlebars.  Sometimes they are relaxed.  Sometimes my legs also are spread absorbing wind and providing balance from left to right.  Often I want my Batman wings to sprout and catch the air in a visual spectacle for oncoming motorists.  I will design such a thing.  I never knew replacing the fork oil in a six year old motorcycle could change its handling so drastically.  I am on a sport bike.  I am driving a Cadillac.  I am having fun.  The challenges of urban transport still are daunting, and you can't lose your sense of for boding.  If you get cocky, you will die.  I don't.  I contain my pleasure keeping secrets like good Germans do.  Danke Schoen.