When I was something like 8 years old, my parents bought me my first pair of skates and enough safety gear to send me into a volcano. Many skinned knees later, I still live for the thrill of flying down the roads with the probability that an unseen pebble can throw me off. In the first year of uni, my dorms were about a 20mins walk away from the lecture halls and not soon after, a care package from home arrived with my skates. That 25mins stroll became a 7mins zoom down the bicycle lane, saving many 9am lectures. But I was yet to discover the skating culture in London…