Rodney Mullen, folks. That's a lifetime's dedication. That's more than 10,000 hours, and it wasn't spent kissing ass in country clubs coughdanmclaughlincough. It was spent running from the cops, demonized by society, with no one writing highbrow articles about how noble of an "experiment" it was/is (ongoing, he still skates at age 48). It wasn't an experiment, it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. Eventually, a lot of the world gave props to the father of the fucking kickflip, but it took us long enough.
There's just something so gorgeous about the precariousness of skateboarding. I think it reminds me of the fragility of life as a whole, although typically confined to the wrists and ankles. I just wish there wasn't such a cultural stigma attached to protective gear amongst skateboarders, particularly helmets. And that's how you know I'm probably past the age of haphazardly flinging my body off of high objects on a rolling plank. But maybe not...
Edit: Hold on, now, I'm having a vision... It's.. It's a Hubski skate meetup! It starts in the back of Costco and either ends in prison or a med clinic. Holy shit, I'll be there.