Sometimes it genuinely is eating shit on a big hill. First it goes wrong, and you realize you are fucked, maybe you try to run it out and then there is just the death tumble to slide. That first second where you are just lying there, knowing that you are both ok, and very not ok at the same time. Feeling the burn where the newly formed holes and future scars, looking down your body and seeing your thrashed clothes and bloody wounds as the wet blood soaks your skin and blood, its such an experience in living.
The best part is that I’ve never eaten shit on a hill right by my car or my home. So after you take it all in, you get up, and you skate down the rest of the hill, then the next hill, blood dripping onto the street, the wind cooling the sting of the cuts and scrapes, a little more humble than you were when the day began.
The weeks after that tend to suck, but the moment is something you remember