I thought that buying a 10" wide board with a whopping 15.25" inch wheelbase would make for the perfect bowl board. It would be a fun and surfy set up for when I just want to take it easy.
New Years: It was chilly and windy on the day of christening this wooden behemoth at a nearby skatepark. On the second run I slam on the right-hand side of my body, doing nothing but trying to push on this wooden monstrosity. Knee, elbow, and hip, all take a direct hit to the freezing cement. It was so bad that a mom ran over to see if I was allright. I gritted an "I'm okay" but my body was telling me something different.
January 2nd: A friend has a 7-foot cement bowl in his yard. I tell myself that I'm going to take it easy. My entire right side is hurting. There was no way I could take another bone rattling slam like the day before.
I set this wooden plank of pain on the coping, it feeling more like an ironing board than a skateboard. I take some runs. I try pumping one of the side walls backside on the way back into the deep, and somehow don't complete the turn right. I slam, completely missing the downward slope of the waterfall, diving onto the flat bottom of the deep end. Elbow, knee, and hip, already bruised, get another direct impact with hard and unforgiving cement.
This board now sits against the front wall of my apartment. Still shiny and new, and beckoning me to take another ride. But two days of slams makes me want to get it out of my sight forever.
What gear has brought you pain - that you're sure was inhabited by evil?