My mam wouldn't let me have a skateboard, as she viewed them as dangerous.........
So in my mid 30's I'm working in York, and it dawns on me that the riverside path I walk down every day would be suitable for boarding down and speed up my commute. So off to world of skateboards, bought board and pads, charming man said I wouldn't need a lid yet, as I wouldn't be doing stunts. On reflection this was not the best advice.
So...I was working in the railtrack offices in York, think its a fancy hotel now, but anyways built in the halcyon days of colonialism it had a wonderful smooth tiled floor and massive long corridors. So I manage to scoot up and down the corridors, but I couldn't turn, I assumed you leaned a bit left/right and the board turned in obedience.
This was not the case, so I popped back in the office and consulted a young person who said I was going to slow to lean, at this speed you had to kick the board round.
So I scoots up the corridor, gets to the main reception area and shifts my foot towards the back of the board and it just shot off like a missile into the wall and I launched into free fall, fortunately the back of my head made contact with the floor first and broke my fall, think I was out cold for about half a minute. The receptionist said she had worked there for thirty years and seen nothing like it.....
Thus endeth the foray into skateboarding....its appears my dear old mum was actually right
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