Everyone Had A Camera Nobody Had A Plan

Friday night in Berlin.

The DOSE crew met up at Mauerpark for a warm-up session as the sun was going down. People were playing basketball, the park was busy, and the crew was doing what skaters do best: skating whatever looked remotely skateable.

There wasn't really a plan for the night.

There usually isn't.

There were a couple of DOSE cameras around, Zeta was filming and Mr. Lateflip was livestreaming, so apparently the entire session was going to be documented from approximately every possible angle.

But mostly, everyone was just skating.

Flatground tricks.

Random obstacles.

A few warm-up lines.

Nothing too serious.

Just the kind of session that slowly turns into something else.

Then We Found A Wall

Still inside Mauerpark, the crew came across a small wooden wallride spot.

It wasn't massive.

It didn't need to be.

Within a few minutes, everyone was taking turns throwing themselves at it.

Some tricks worked.

Some definitely didn't.

There were slams, cheers, laughs and a few surprisingly good tricks.

Basically, the perfect warm-up for what was going to become a much longer night.

Into The Night

Once the sun was gone, the crew jumped on boards and bikes and started heading towards Nordbahnhof.

Obviously, nobody managed to simply skate from A to B.

A rail appeared.

A few tricks happened.

Then another spot.

Eventually, the crew made it to Pappelplatz Skatepark.

And that's where things got slightly more interesting.

Sparks On Concrete

Someone had brought Tail Devils and Rail Devils.

The idea was simple: attach them to the boards, skate around in the dark and make sparks.

Simple.

Except there was one small problem.

We had forgotten the screwdriver needed to attach them.

This was apparently not enough of a reason to abandon the idea.

So everyone improvised.

The Devils lit up the park, boards went across the concrete, and suddenly a completely normal Friday night session had turned into something that looked considerably more dangerous than it probably needed to be.

Manuals.

Gaps.

Sparks.

A few questionable decisions.

Exactly what you want at this point in the evening.

Everyone Was Cooked

By now, most of the crew had had enough.

A few people called it a night.

The remaining survivors, for reasons that weren't entirely clear, kept going.

Because apparently the human body doesn't actually need rest if there's another spot nearby.

So the group headed towards Friedrichstraße.

One Last Spot

Inside the station was a stair set.

And obviously, once a group of skaters sees a stair set, going home immediately becomes much harder.

There were a few attempts.

A few more tricks.

And then security arrived.

Which was probably fair.

The session had been going for hours.

It was after midnight.

And the idea of casually skating a stair set inside a train station was never exactly going to have a happy ending.

Security officially called it.

The boards went away.

The night was over.

No Plan. Good Night.

That's probably the best thing about a Friday night skate session.

You don't necessarily need a destination.

You meet your friends.

You skate somewhere.

You find something.

Then you find something else.

Eventually you're exhausted, it's after midnight, someone has been kicked out of a train station and you're wondering how the hell you ended up there in the first place.

There was no big mission that night.

Just Mauerpark, a wallride, a skatepark, some sparks, a few bikes, a station and a lot of skateboarding.

Nobody really had a plan.

It worked out pretty well anyway.