Young Dude's interest in four wheels continued to grow and after one particularly fun week of scootering, the Old Man spotted a tiny Young Dude board at the local shop. Young Dude hopped right on...
Old Man and Young Dude practiced in the yard and then took it to the Park.
The Wife became increasingly adept at timing, placement, and styling. (Little Bro just likes to watch)
Yet the Old Man was having feverish dreams of his inabilities in the Park. Fueled by too much coffee and a variety of new skate videos the poor, fat, old fool was drowing in pools of midnight sweat over the fact that he had no frontside turn, no grindage, and no coping drop in. He swore he would conquer his fears.
He is now bruised and battered but, as you can see, He has grindage. He has a small frontside turn. He figures he's one more shoulder tweak and three more leg contusions away from the coveted Old Mad Drop-in.
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