I somehow managed to walk away from three separate rail failures in a single afternoon. Luckily, this was the one day I wasn't out there alone. The night before, I found an apartment complex in Waltham, Massachusetts that completely blew my mind. Multiple spots packed into one property. The kind of place that keeps you awake the night before thinking about possibilities. I had no idea how the next day was about to go. Rail #1 I started with what seemed like the best looking feature. Management rolled up while I was setting up my drop-in ramp and, surprisingly, seemed completely cool with what we were doing—which is pretty fucking rare. Just from that interaction alone, I figured the day was going to be a success. Fuck, was I wrong. I started with a few warm-up 50-50s. Everything felt feasible, the rail seemed good, and I honestly didn’t notice anything alarming. Before long, I was moving on to lipslide attempts. That’s when things started getting weird.…