When I was about eleven years old I got a Nash skateboard for Christmas. I use the term skateboard loosely, because basically it was a piece of quarter inch plywood with four wheels suck to the bottom and about five pounds of plastic crap bolted onto the bottom. By today’s standards it was a piece of crap, but it was my first exposure into the world of skateboarding. I never learned any tricks or even how to ride the thing properly, I’ve always had a fascination with skateboarding. After all the pros make it look so easy. Hell the teenagers at the local skate park make it look easy too. So after twenty years of fantasizing about being the next Tony Hawk I went out and bought a skateboard. What’s the worst that could happen?
If your wondering I didn’t bust my ass. I busted my hip, which has zero fat on it, not once or twice, but three times. I would have preferred to land on my butt since it has so much cushioning, but the skat gods demand human sacrifice. Bytheway skateboarding is hard as hell! I can’t stand on the stupid thing let alone kick it, flip it, and stick it. Clearly those teenagers have magic powers or are in league with the devil.
The whole reason I bought a skateboard was because my youngest boy wants to take up skateboarding. I figured it would be a great way to spend some father son time together, but I think I’ll teach him how to drive first. That way we can bound together as he drives me to the emergency room after I break my hip.