About every 2-3 years I have some injury/health issue and have to take some time off skating.
The idea of going to a western Sydney skatepark is really making coming back not very appealing.
No place on earth has more absolute bogan animals while also having hoards of omega level Karens.
Me to kid "Hey buddy can you not kick your football here?"
Some mum:" it's a fucking public park he can do whatever he wants!
Me: "no, it's a skatepark. It's for skateboarding"
Dipshit lady: "me and my husband pay way more taxes than you we can use any public park we want. We basically paid for all this"
Me:"well that's a public road over there, why don't you go lay down on it"
Her: "oh you just wait till my husband gets here"
She calls her husband and about an hour later some guy who looks like Gilbert godfried shows up and wants nothing to do with it. They leave in one of those porche 4wds.
But it was 5050. some 200kg crusty demon could of shown up with his boys to beat up some skater fags.
Something like this will happen To a skater probably 50 weekends out of a year
I can totally relate.
Last year I used to go to a local skatepark early to beat the scooters and there was this dad and preteen setting up obstacles for a remote control car.
The car used to cruise around the plaza style course, go up the curbs cuts and the wedge ramps.
I would just skate through its route, and ollie it or do a dramatic power slide just in time to avoid hitting it.
My kid was learning to skate at that time, and she used to push around and hit the ramps, but would stop when the remote control car came out. She was scared of it going under her wheels.
Unphased, the renote control car duo would set up every week and whizz around the park.
After a few weeks of this I tried diplomacy.
"Can you do that over there in the car park?"
"We have as much right to use this as you do."
"Um no. It's a skate park. You can drive your car somewhere else but it is hard for us to skate in other places. We get kicked out. Or we get a sermon from citizens about how dangerous and degenerate we are. We are doing the right thing. We are skating here where we are supposed to."
"You can stay in that part of the skatepark and we will stay here."
By now the remote control car kid is looking really embarrassed at his obnoxious father.
"No. We skate the whole park. It is designed that way."
"Well if you want the whole place to yourself come back later."
We don't leave.
We skate as best we can. I work the ledge as close to them as possible. They do their best not to give an inch of ground.
After a while friend shows up and doesn't need to be briefed. He just gives me a wink and both of us try our best to hit the remote control car.
We push like maniacs towards it.
They left a box on top of one of the ledge/boxes and my friend ollies up and manuals into the box and bails making a dramatic yelp: "argh".
The kid goes and talks to the dad and they pack up their stuff.
I never saw them after that.
But there have been other equally stupid manoeuvres: parents getting kids at a birthday in the public park alongside the skate park to queue through the skate park to hit a pinata on a tree.
It was like peak skate time and the plaza was packed with middle agers like me and lots of teenager pumped off watching the latest FA video.
When one of my friends suggested queuing in another direction the birthday mum blasted him and got into an argument.
The teenage skaters decided they couldn't wait anymore and started skating through the plaza fast, treflipping and big spinning off things and it turns a bit anarchial.
The birthday mum tells my friend that if any kids get hit then he is to blame.
"I'm not the one who told infants to line up across a skate park while there are at least 20 people skating it".
Some other parent decided that a slight change of angle for the queue was much easier than debating liability, civics and ethics with a fired up birthday party mum.
And the day was saved. Though the parents kept glaring at us.
Then when the pinata smashing was over they left all their rubbish and crap everywhere.
And they call us animals.
Now we go to curbs instead and have mild discussions on what constitutes damage to concrete with a bored security guard.