This is going to be hard. I can hardly stand on the board actually. I’ve had it for a few days, but skating alone doesn’t seem like that much fun, so I’ve pulled my friend Ryan in to this as well.
The other morning we met at the office to skate before work. I got there early of course and started skating around the adjacent lot. It is fairly skate-able except for some car oil build up. I spent about 10 minutes just pushing around the lot, trying to get the feel of skating again, I am not sure where it went, but it did. As I’ve said before, I have to start all over again. Not that I was ever really that good in the first place.
I originally skated for about four years, from 12-16, with the majority of the skating happening in the middle two years. I could ollie over a deck on its side, up onto sidewalks. My kick flips were few and far between, but I had landed a few. I skated well enough that I had a lot of fun. Near the end, I learned how to drop in on a mini-halfpipe. Not so good, once I dropped in, but hey it was something. So in many ways, I am trying to be the skater I never was. I want to ollie with ease, I want to perfect at least a kick flip.
Back to my first day… by the time Ryan showed up, I was exhausted. I had only been skating for about 20 minutes, but I am not in shape and haven’t done anything athletic in a year, buy this time I could skate back and forth but that was about it. There is a little 18” bank on one side of the lot, but I couldn’t even skate that. I had mostly tired myself out trying to ollie in place. I was having a hard time, occasionally popping a 4” ollie, but I use to be able to clear 24” (in-place) back when I was 14. It hit me how different I was now. That was 15 years ago. I easily weigh 40 pounds more, and I have a lot less muscle. So as I was getting tired, I started doing what I use to do… trying tricks I could never do… shove-its, no-complies, foot plant shove-its… I think I hit myself in the ankle a dozen times with my board. Ryan and I also started trying to ride the bank.
Ryan was able to ride the bank pretty easily, we would start at the top were there was some flat, and ride down it. We eventually could both do it pretty consistently, I was proud of us. We then started trying to ride up it. I hadn’t gotten a feel for if frontside or backside would be easier. I had been riding down the bank frontside, so I tried riding up that way… that wasn’t working out.
An hence my first fall… I took a big loop around the lot, and tried to get up some speed, a was about 12 feet in front of the bank when I hit, I don’t know what, maybe a pebble or something, but the board stopped, and I didn’t. I just went over the front of the board, and hit the ground on my left side hard. I did remember one thing from back in the day, and that wasn’t to catch myself with my hands. I hit hard with my body, landing in a nice patch of automotive oil, left from all the dipping cars in this parking lot. And although my 190-pound body hit pretty hard, I was able to get up and skate a few more time around.
When I got home that night, I told my wife about having fallen; she looked quite concerned, almost upset. The fall was nothing, more of a badge of honor, than a possible injury, and the most important part was, I had so much fun. I spent some time outside, which I don’t do enough, got to hang out with a friend… good stuff. I think I am going to stick with this…
Trick Report: rolling & rolling down an 18" bank. (I’m thinking about going pro)