Have you ever skated something and wondered how exactly someone decided that it was a skate spot? It might have a few things to dork around on, but overall it’s just somewhere you might hit once then probably never return to. A curb cut, a chain to do tricks over, a manual pad in the middle of nowhere. It’s all fun stuff, but after you’ve been back for a third or fourth time, you start to say, “This place again?” We had a place like that where I grew up in Pittsburgh. It is the Love Park of not-spots, a lit parking lot with a small ledge and a manual pad into the street. The first time I went there, I’m pretty sure I resolved to never go back, but…