Deep in the heart of Taunton lies a miniramp; one which can be found residing on the bucolic village-green of popular mythology, i.e. smeared with a thin veneer of dog eggs and peopled by hormonal teenagers furtively drinking smoking cigs and washing them down with white cider.
This is not the miniramp we were searching for, nor is it even what we came to the West Country to skate. On our way down to Boardmasters, where we will be hitting the Canna Ramp, we decided to kick things off with a session at Somerset’s brand new vert ramp. However, on arrival at the ramp, we realised that our crew-wide lack of cruiser wheels, (said crew being me, Rye Gray, Alex Hallford, Jake Collins and Jordan Thackeray) was going to be a solid hindrance to the session.
Calling Taunton ramp slippery is doing it a disservice; I’d put money on it being made from some kind of futuristic ice substitute developed in a lab for the figure skaters to use after the polar caps have melted.