ahh man I miss bombing hills, I grew up in a very hilly city. I remember one time after a night at the bar I went to my friends place, borrowed a couple dvds and went to go home via a pretty steep hill that I'd usually put my foot down or do a bunch of powerslides for but for whatever reason i was like I got this.. bombed it straight down, about halfway down I realize 1) I am very drunk 2) I'm riding faster than I have ever ridden, certainly past the point of jumping off without eating shit. feeling more alive than ever. anyways at the bottom of the hill there's 2 of those things that are just like 3 inch gap things that you can normally just ride over but if you weren't aware you'd hang up. anyways right as I'm coming to that my hat flies off, I instinctively reach out to catch it and I hit the crack, my board completely stopped, I probably flew 10 feet and slid another 10, skinned my knee, hip, shoulder and my forearm from the elbow to wrist. the dvds were like half a block away. cars stopped to ask if I was ok and I'm like "yeeeeah I'm alright, happens all the time" and waved them off. grabbed my homie's videos, walked home and was grateful to be drunk as I rinsed gravel out of my skin. I haven't thought about that in a long time. now I wanna go bomb a hill.