That Plank of wood that means everything

Rolling, pushing, Jumping.

You feel the vibrations on your feet, the wind in your face, the warmth of the sun.

This is the experience of skateboarding. As you roll up to a stair case and risk it all, a broken leg, arm or ankle is the chance you take as you go for the glory of treflipping that seven stair.

Oh, the pain of the landing being absorbed through your feet, it is a good pain, because it means you've succeeded. you've acheived your goal and not hit a pole. this is the joy of skateboarding

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