My first visit to NYC I travelled with Katherine and a couple of college friends for the New Years celebrations. Despite several memorable moments (including standing in a circle around Kate in Times Square while she peed) I generally hated the City. Despite that fact I moved there several years later and loved it.
Anyway, while I was visiting, I went into a skate shop in the Village. I thought a new skate deck would make a practical souvenir. So I looked around and I spotted a green deck that I liked. It was a blank deck stained green. I pointed it out to the two sales guys behind the counter and asked to check it out. While I looked it over (uh, to make sure it was still a deck I guess) the sales guys were mulling over why people so foolishly purchased decks based on the graphics and not on the merits of the deck itself. Well, thank you boys - now I feel like an a$$.
Well, I bought the green stained deck and I rode it around NYC when I returned until I ate it hard on Bleecker and a nice gentleman offered to help me up and suggested I wear some protection next time. So I went back to the same shop where I had purchased the green board years earlier and bought a long board with nice big cushy wheels.
Well, that was a nice story wasn't it? I thought you might like to know that at the time there was almost no diffference between decks to those who weren't being paid to skateboard. The only difference was what was painted on them. And even then it was questionable. Stupid boutique snobs.
Of course this is when I was adult-like. This doesn't even scratch the surface of going to a skate shop with one's parents while a pre-teen/teenager. [shiver]
2 comments:
The clerk in a skate shop intiminated you? I'm sure that brightened his day considerably. I like your stories.
I imagine it did - didn't think of it that way at the time. Thanks dad. I like your stories too.
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