Round this bend lies one gnarly hill.

I went first, on my traded-homemade-crap skate I raced straight down the hill quickly building kinetic energy. I wizzed past a "Road Closed" sign which I didn' figure applied to me and my skate. Upon closer inspection at at least 2x sprinting speed (30mph) however both the road and hill terminated at a metal gate extended accross the whole pavement.

FUCK

I aimed to the left where an embankment thick with overgrowth provided the most promising bet. Before I could make it a collection of pebbles and sand collected in the low and gave my board a violent case of the shakes.

So violent was the effect of my loss of friction and so squirly was my tight truck-spaced board I completely lost control of my wheels and dove headfirst into the air.

This is what happens when you adventure people, you accept certain risks.

Being goofy footed I had my left foot back, right side forward. My epic primal instincts used my right hand to guide my roll. Unfortunately for me I connected a little to hard with the pavement initially, failing to divert the energy efficiently along the length of my arm at the beginning of the roll. I did however secure contact with the ground along my shoulder and then back wheren my backpack served loyally as a rash sheild. Then my naked left forarm suffered a semi-gnarly road rash to help me back onto my feet.
The entire event would be measured in thousanths of a second.
My skateboard continued under the cast iron gate as I cursed clutching my right wrist and walked right into thick spiderwebs.

Where my skate came to a rest.

I totally forgot to take a picture of the hill itself. Next time Im at more mesa Ill try to make it over here. This was the first time in my life ever even being on this street.

I did get a video of me bombing with gibson right after this incident.

Now let it be known: this is probly 1/5th the gnarlyness of the hill I broke my wrist at 2 minuets prior.