A few short decades ago, I was a typical feckless college kid slicing through campus on a skateboard like an urban Tony Hawk, minus the ramp tricks (or most any tricks). My adult life still lay ahead of me, seemingly stretching to a far, unimaginable horizon of some measure of adult-like maturity and hopefully, some adventure. At the time, I was carless and quite happy to get around on my beloved and well-worn Powell-Peralta wheeled ducktail deck, which I preferred over a bicycle for getting around campus since I could kick-pop it up and carry it with me to class. Bikes were getting stolen all over the place.
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