Remember in the late 80s when you just weren't cool unless you had a Powell Peralta skateboard - the grip tape covered 3/4 of the deck and florescent trucks and wheels were big pimpin'.
I had one. It was badass. I'm pretty sure it was pink, but still badass.
I never learned how to ride it though. Unless you count cruising down the sidewalk at an infant's pace riding. And actually pulling off an Ollie? Forget about it. But I had one. Unfortunately, my lack of skills never crossed me over into the cool ratings.
Man, I should've learned how to ride that thing. Who knows how my life would have changed. I might have been a rock star or a surfer. Maybe in another lifetime, Mr. Peralta. Maybe.
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