Back in the late 70s, skateboarding was my life. I enjoyed being one of the regular show-offs at Dogwood Skateboard Park in Winston-Salem. I indulged in lengthy sessions on my own backyard half-pipe (courtesy of my incredibly supportive and carpentry-skilled Dad) and even got busted by the cops for infiltrating an empty swimming pool at an apartment complex.
Eventually I grew out of it as guitars and girls became far more interesting. Years and years passed. Then my hometown pal Mike informed me several months ago of his renewed passion for skateboarding and it got me thinking: Why not start up again? I promptly ordered a Dogtown longboard online and have been immersing myself in the full-body rush of cruising and carving the pavement, mostly on weekends on the smooth surfaces of west Orlando’s school grounds.
My son seems somewhat impressed with my abilities, although it’s got to be a little weird seeing a 42-year-old man acting like a totally radical skate rat.