For the Past few years I had been trying my ways on a skateboard. Now I know everyone knows what a skateboard is so I won’t go into detail about it. And the whole time I had been practicing on one there was a move that I wanted to do so badly it killed me even to watch. To me personally if I was able to do that move then I myself could die happy. I had watched it many times and read up on it to make sure that when I did try this amazeing feat that it would be perfect. My amazeing feat was to grind a rail.
Now to the people who don’t watch skateboading or who really don’t care, to rind a rail is to jump on to a rail and slide down it to the bottom. But in order for you to jump onto the rail you had to be able to ollie. Now a ollie is when you jump and the board stays under your feet likes its glued to your shoes.
Now the ollie itself is a hard trick to learn and it took me many months to actually do it right. But that one fateful day I finally learned to ollie would be the first and last time I ever try what I did. For it put me in such horrible pain for months and even now it hurts just to think of it.It was a nice sunny day a Clintwood Elementry School. The air was nice and smelled of the sweet aroma of cigarettes, sweat, and marijuana.
And I was in a mad frenzy. Ealier that day I had finally perfected my ollie and I was unstopable. At that time in my young inmature mind I was god and no-one could touch me. Everything that could be ollied I tried and made it with ease. Nothing could stop me in my glory. I was so big headed that a pin could pop me. Then it hit me, grind the bus rail. Now the bus rail was a rail about four feet tall and about twenty feet long.
It loped down to the bus pick up station for the little kiddies, hence the name. I still kick myself for even thinking of that rail that day Being stoned and full of aderaline I ran back about thirty feet and droped the board. This was going to be my crowning acheivement. Steping on the board I rocketed off giveing it all I had. When I approached the rail I was going about mock two and ollied on the rail and thats when it all went to hell. One thing I hadn’t thought about, even thought I should have was that when your going fast and jump on something that is slick with something hat is also slick that you increase in speed.When I hit that ramp I felt like Han Solo hitting the Millium Falcon into hyper drive.
I was going so fast that I didn’t know what I was doing. But one thing that did accured to me at this time was something that I should of remembered before I even jumped, was that the rail was broken. It happened when a UPS truck dumping off some school supplies hit the rail leaveing the school, leaveing a fairly large crack at the end of the rail. I hoped to dear god that the board with it’s great peed that it would slide over the crack and kept going.It didn’t.
That crack hit that board and stoped it dead on the spot,me on the other hand kept on going. As my feet left the board it all happened in slow motion. I watch as the rail came up between my legs and said hello to the family jewels. It wasn’t a nice greeting. And you would think that would be all, no. Going about warp speed 9, I slided down the rail with me stradleing it for about a foot and then, smack. My face hit the ground so hard that it broke me cheek bone, lacken my eye, put my arm out of socket and poped out two of my teeth.Not to metion scraping up my skin.
And than after it was all over, there I was in enormous pain. And as I rolled over to see my friends running to me thinking that I was dead. Well everyone except Todd. He was laughing his head off, i did the only thing a real man would do in that pain.
I cried a like a baby. And after a huge hospital bill, not being able to have childern and the occastional spark of pain from my shoulder, everything is fine. And I have learned to think before I act or pay the price of my stupidity.