Skateboards are fun...
Back in the heady days of 1990, a bunch of us as kids with nothing better to do out in the west country decided we'd have a go at emulating the hard as nails luge runners that belt it down a course at incredibly high speeds at the winter Olympics on all but what looks like a tea tray.

Well we decided that due to a lack of snow / ice and not wanting to ruin our mums best tea trays, we'd give it a go down a rather steep grassy hill and we'd do it sitting on skateboards to give us a bit more speed. This hill was quite high and to re-iterate, very very steep!

It was great fun and all went well for the first couple of seconds that it took to get near the bottom until I decided that I needed to brake somehow to avoid hitting stuff at the bottom. Panicking I decide the only way I'm gonna stop is to lean to one side and I'll use my arm that's currently gripping on to the skateboard for dear life. Whoops I forget to let go and the ground rubs away a good couple of layers of skin from the top of my forearm. Doh!

My mate at the top of the hill rather helpfully shouts out to me when I stand up that my arm looks rather red from up where he is.

Cue a rather nasty scab for a good couple of weeks that itched like buggery and leaves me now with a curiously less hairy patch on my forearm and extra freckles!

No apologies for length, it's all in the genes...
(EmptyGreg, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 2:09, Reply)