The Gift
I got a brand new skateboard for Christmas. It was jet black, and its carbon fibre bottom had a sort of zigzag effect. It was unlike other skateboards, it had a bottom and a top layer of carbon fibre. It looked like something that could be used as a thick, metal security door. The new rubber bumpers in the trucks felt like gliding on a cloud. Everything was perfect. The wheels perfectly rounded, unlike the old flat spotted ones I used to have. I no longer sound like a motorbike going past. The brand new wood on bare concrete sounded like snapping matchsticks. If my skateboard had snapped, the whole of Wellington would have knew about it.
It was my first time back on a skateboard for over 3 months. I was nothing like I used to be, but it didn’t take long to get back into the groove of things. The wheels gliding across the concrete after every trick felt like I was riding on a flat Wellington harbour on a sunny afternoon.
I decided after a few days of trialling my new skateboard to try vert again (half-pipes). As I strolled through the skate park, everyone around me seemed to be doing better than me. I finally came to the half pipe. It was a lot steeper than I remember it being. The smooth, white concrete was cool in the shade. There was a person sitting at the top, blood rolling down his leg. It seemed like a daunting task, but I just thought “what the hell, ill do it”.
It started off like it used to be, easy. Just going back and forth, up and down. Just to get the feel of it again. Then came the tricky part, getting both of my trucks up onto the grinded down rail at the top. As I came up to the flawless slope, it just got higher and higher. The top startled me, like a sun setting too fast at night. The first truck went pass the lip, followed by the second. I flicked my skateboard around and the metal on metal sounded like a sword fight. I tried to push the front down and level out, just before the waxy surface gave way beneath me like a massive earthquake. My skateboard was sent soaring through the air towards the road. The cars seemed to speed up as they saw it. It was like a game, aim for the gaps. Everything looked bleak until a man with thick sunglasses and a cane stepped onto the road. He had mistaken a slope in the footpath for a pedestrian crossing. SCAREEEEECH, the blue car screamed to a holt. Luckily, the other cars followed suit. The blind man gave me just enough time to save my board from its fate.
I use my not so new skateboard regularly now. I can now manage to do tricks without putting my skateboard at risk. Every now and then, the ground gives me a wake up call, but almost every time I can nail it! Give me a few more months and ill get it.
Keegan
I got a brand new skateboard for Christmas. It was jet black, and its carbon fibre bottom had a sort of zigzag effect. It was unlike other skateboards, it had a bottom and a top layer of carbon fibre. It looked like something that could be used as a thick, metal security door. The new rubber bumpers in the trucks felt like gliding on a cloud. Everything was perfect. The wheels perfectly rounded, unlike the old flat spotted ones I used to have. I no longer sound like a motorbike going past. The brand new wood on bare concrete sounded like snapping matchsticks. If my skateboard had snapped, the whole of Wellington would have knew about it.
It was my first time back on a skateboard for over 3 months. I was nothing like I used to be, but it didn’t take long to get back into the groove of things. The wheels gliding across the concrete after every trick felt like I was riding on a flat Wellington harbour on a sunny afternoon.
I decided after a few days of trialling my new skateboard to try vert again (half-pipes). As I strolled through the skate park, everyone around me seemed to be doing better than me. I finally came to the half pipe. It was a lot steeper than I remember it being. The smooth, white concrete was cool in the shade. There was a person sitting at the top, blood rolling down his leg. It seemed like a daunting task, but I just thought “what the hell, ill do it”.
It started off like it used to be, easy. Just going back and forth, up and down. Just to get the feel of it again. Then came the tricky part, getting both of my trucks up onto the grinded down rail at the top. As I came up to the flawless slope, it just got higher and higher. The top startled me, like a sun setting too fast at night. The first truck went pass the lip, followed by the second. I flicked my skateboard around and the metal on metal sounded like a sword fight. I tried to push the front down and level out, just before the waxy surface gave way beneath me like a massive earthquake. My skateboard was sent soaring through the air towards the road. The cars seemed to speed up as they saw it. It was like a game, aim for the gaps. Everything looked bleak until a man with thick sunglasses and a cane stepped onto the road. He had mistaken a slope in the footpath for a pedestrian crossing. SCAREEEEECH, the blue car screamed to a holt. Luckily, the other cars followed suit. The blind man gave me just enough time to save my board from its fate.
I use my not so new skateboard regularly now. I can now manage to do tricks without putting my skateboard at risk. Every now and then, the ground gives me a wake up call, but almost every time I can nail it! Give me a few more months and ill get it.
Keegan
