As you may be aware, someone stole my skateboard a few weeks ago, and I was quite distraught over the whole matter. After several agonizing days of having to walk everywhere around the campus, I finally gave in and decided to buy a new skateboard online. With the freedom to buy whatever kind of skateboard I wanted, I finally decide on an 80's throwback Vision board, complete with a cheetah print deck. Finally, after another week of walking to my classes, my new skate arrived.
Tearing the packaging to pieces, I wrestled my new skate out its box. I slowly turned the board over in my hands and admired its breathtaking beauty, especially the cheetah print on the bottom (I'm a sucker for animal prints). Finally, I decided it was time to ride, so I took my skate out for a cruise around the campus. With the wind in my hair and my surroundings flying by, I felt renewed and ready to enjoy life again. So that night I decided to go skate the parking garage with my friends to break the board in.
We rode the elevator to the top of the parking garage; each of us had our iPods turned to max volume while we listened to rap and hard rock music to pump us up. When the elevator doors finally flew open, we all piled out and raced down the parking garage as fast as we could. Even with our headphones in, we could all hear the screeching of our wheels as we carved down each of the levels of the garage. However, disaster stroke as we approached the second level. I had been powersliding down most of the previous 3 floors, (powersliding is performing a controlled skid or slide) so I thought I would switch things up and manual (a wheelie on a skateboard) down the whole second level. As I raced down the 2nd level balancing on only my back two wheels, some of my friends started shouting, "Jeff! Lookout!" I guess my front trucks (the metal structure that attaches the wheels to the board) had loosened up from all the powerslides and had actually fallen off while I was manualling. As a result, when I decided to put my front wheels back down on the ground, the wheels were not there so the board immediately stopped, sending me flying over the front of the board and further down the parking garage. Luckily, I avoided serious injury because I had rolled and the barrier wall at the bottom of the second floor had stopped me. However, my whole right side of my body was covered in abrasions. Because of all my bad luck with skateboards, I have begun to think that skateboards hate me.
2 comments:
Having only been on a skateboard like once I can't say a lot about your situation...but I would like to quote the wise, insightful and always dope Lupe Fiasco "First got it when he was six,Didn't know any tricks Matter fact First time he got on it he slipped, Landed on his hip and bust his lip, For a week he had to talk with a lisp"..."Now we can end the story right here, But shorty didn't quit it was something in the air" (Fiasco). The author asserts that you can't give up on what you love.
I believe the author would tell you it is not the skateboard that hates you, but in actuality "The Man", and thus you should fight the power by continuing to ride...next time you ride just be sure to be bumpin "Kick, Push"
StangWalkOn, that was a badass comment. I loved the Lupe Fiasco tie-in!
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