The air is mild, the birds are chirping in the bushes, and the brightening sky is competing with the street lights. I have been here before on a similarly early morning with the same mission, to ride a skateboard down this marvelous hill. That time it was colder, so cold that my hands went numb, and darker, so dark i could barely see the dangerous bumps in the asphalt, but that time I stood on my board at the top of the hill and didn’t stop until I had reached the entrance to the big roundabout at the end of the street. This time though, it seems impossible, not only is the tarmac more cracked than last time, the road is also more heavily trafficked. Now heavily is a very relative word this early on a week day, but every attempt I make, a taxi seems to come and hunt me down. I will have to look for thrills elsewhere.