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By Guest Blogger Tewroset, winner of ModCloth’s Terrific Transformations Contest.
In my opinion, there’s nothing holier than a freshly paved road at 4:00 AM. It’s an hour before dawn, the morning air is cool, and there isn’t an automobile to be found. The construction workers from yesterday have cleared out and left me with a blanket of black tar, dried and smooth as butter. Thanks guys. Standing at the top of the road I’ve occupied for the last twelve years to find the streets empty is a feat in itself, for on any other given hour, High Point Road is a danger-zone to all pedestrians, cyclists, and longboarders.
Like any other sane person, I could be asleep, in bed, getting the rest I deserve. However, it is the last day of summer, and I can already feel Autumn serving as a gateway to Winter, which means that soon longboarding will not be an option. I have to make use of the time I am given, right? When I return home later this morning, I will receive funny looks from my mother. She will want to know what’s so special about this huge piece of wood with funny-looking wheels (70 mm pink ones) and why the sport is worth all the scars from numerous wipe-outs. I will tell her to see her for herself.
I longboard for the same reason a group of twenty-somethings were on the summit of Burnaby Mountain, clad in protective gear and helmets and waiting for traffic to lift so they could race to the bottom. I longboard for the practicality of getting one place to another by way of bigger wheels that provide a sturdy foundation and less foot pushing. I longboard for the memories that I’ve acquired over the past few years with friends and the thrills we experienced together – conquering our first huge hill, grimacing after an unceremonious face plant and nursing each other’s cuts and scrapes with portable antiseptic and bandages carried via fanny pack.
My mother probably won’t attempt to step on a longboard, but I’ve noticed a large increase in those who have. As I walked along the University of Wisconsin campus recently, I noticed there were a lot of girls and guys navigating through pedestrians, clad in their backpacks, atop their boards. There are numerous groups of kids I’ve seen out of the city searching for that perfect hill. I’ve seen a flux in videos of new skaters doing elegant tricks to soulful beats, and business at the local board shop seems to be doing just fine.
As for me, I’d do anything to head off the four-month hiatus from the roads, but winter will come and snow will most likely fall. And if that means a 4 AM wake up call so I can longboard today, then that’s what I’ll have to do.
(Thanks ModCloth and ModLife for giving me this wonderful opportunity! It’s been a blast).
Oh, please, please, PLEASE tell me you always wear a helmet! One of my brother’s best friends crashed longboarding down a hill sans helmet, wound up being airlifted to the trauma center in Seattle with a cracked skull and damaged brain. Music was his life, pretty much, and after he woke up from the coma, he went ahead and started his first year at Berklee… but after the accident he couldn’t handle studying the thing he loved most, and he ended up dropping out and coming home. 🙁
So. Helmets rock.
I really just want to compliment your new arrivals and photos/editorial of it. So FABULOUS!
Nice I like this blog.Long Boarding is my passion also.Skating at dawn in empty roads what a real pleasure it provides.
Anna what a great point! Helmets are great!
Maegan, thanks for the compliment! 🙂
Great post. Very fun to read 🙂
Haven’t read the blog in a long time and I LOVED this article. I am a longboarder and a bike rider and a inhabitant of the night, so I know where you are coming from. I longboard mainly because I don’t have the time to get my licence. I’ve discovered my love though for big hills and taking the long way home through my bike, and when I had better balance, ye faithful longboard. My friend got a hole in his arm longboarding though, and wears it as a badge of honor. Being a Pittsburgh native, my dream is to board down the slopes of the southside and into the flats. Glad people recognize the best form of transportation!
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