Perfect skate all day long, learned shit, I'm cruising back home solo totally carefree just reflecting on my day. I live downtown in a rather big city at the time, over a busy food place with an outdoor terrace that's just at the bottom of a small hill; it's a Saturday and the streets are packed. Literally ten feet from my front door the road becomes flat again and there's one last little curb I always like to ollie up after going down the hill to officially end the session. So again that's what I naturally go for without a worry in the world and as soon as I pop I see my front hanger detach from the baseplate and fall off. I was going full speed with a backpack on, landed on my front kingpin and ate shit in front of everybody just a foot from my front door. Got back up and instantly went inside, fuck the lost hardware man.
I think that spot in particular was cursed though. I remember trying to leave my flat in the morning once, I open my front door and at that exact moment I see some fucking longboarder bro stereotype just zoom by two feet from me, screaming "aaaaAAAAAaah" seconds before crashing into half the busy tables on the terrace of the foot spot. Made my day so early, literally some cartoon shit.