My cracked Santa Cruz skateboard still has life in it! The coned Slimeballs may need to be rotated, though, after tonight's session. Those old wheels were practically smoking as I carved big, beautiful, beefy lines down the hills in my hood.
It's been awhile since I felt the raw fear that the death wobbles deliver. My trucks and deck turned to Jello beneath my feet as the shadowy forest whooshed by. What a rush!
My foot was off the board as I contemplated bailing, but it would have been suicidal to try and slow my rocketing momentum at that point. All I could do was keep my creaky knees bent and flow down the concrete slope.
For a skater born in the mid-seventies, I was pretty pleased with my ollie, but my flip tricks need a little work. Maybe I'll have to settle for just surfing sidewalks in style. Nah, I don't think so.
Is that the deck we cracked by using it to move a TV in Sunnyside?
ReplyDeleteHa! That was crazy! Thanks for helping us move all of our half-packed junk across Queens! Hope you are well, JB!!! Miss ya! Angie
ReplyDeleteYeah, Jibs, I'm staring at that same TV now.
ReplyDeletethey called it a passing fad....boy were they wrong. :)
ReplyDeleteoh what happened?
ReplyDeletePaul- Five years later and I'm skating better than I did as a teenager.
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