- Was bombing down a mellow but long hill to get to a party when I was 16 or so. Saw a group of friends with some girls I liked and they all looked at me. I decided to do this weird carving/swerving thing to look cool I guess and my board shot out, wound up instantly getting my feet knotted when I hit the concrete and ate shit. Casually brushed it off then rode off like a cool guy but wound up getting to the party and quickly realized I had a concussion. Wound up spending the whole night in the ER puking and to this day feel I likely developed post concussion issues which messed with a lot of my teens and early twenties. Good times.
- Skating home from work on my cruiser and discovered that the stairs in front of a bentley dealership were grindable without wax. Each day I would hit it a little faster until I got stupidly confident and would grind a good 10 feet while ripping home each day, again, thinking I was pretty cool. One day I locked in faster then ever and was way too relaxed, knees barely bent, not respecting the speed. My trucks got stuck in a notch and stopped on a dime, I literally did 3/4 of a front flip and landed on my backpack which conveniently had a metal water bottle in it. I landed directly on the water bottle with my sacrum with all the momentum of the front flip. I layed there for a good 20 seconds, back bent over the water bottle while people in the dealership looked at me and busy traffic was everywhere, just blinded by pain and in awe of what happened. I never hit that ledge again.
I was once ridding on that same cruiser and a bar patio full of drunk guys shouted do a kickflip. I was riding decently fast and said screw it then proceeded to bust the cleanest properly flicked kickflip of my life on a 9 inch deck with 60mm wheels. They all lost their shit and I rode off into the sunset. I like to think that event somehow cancels out the memories of the first two slams.