Hello guys,
Different than the “yoyo fails” topic, I would like to ask you if you have a proper “tragic” but very funny moment in your memories, one of the things that was so awful to be incredibly funny.
I just go with mine as it came to my memories this morning:
Lot of years ago I used to play daily with another guy in my city, he used to buy really tons of yoyos and it happened that he bought an amazing ILYY Wasabi (this here):
It was just out and wasn’t cheap at all, I used to really love this yoyo and play it for hours in his house, I remember the first time I tried a grind in this coating I was mesmerize, never seen anything like that and it play just amazingly and perfect for my hands, great feelings, I always wanted to have one but didn’t had the money and then went out of production so I gave up that dream.
Anyway, one of those days where we used to practice for hours, it was summer and the temperature was mental to stay inside, so we decided to stay in the balcony of his house (at the 5th floor) where there was some shade with some fresh drinks, we was having a good session but the weather was a bit sticky and humid so my friend decided that he wanted to play with the wasabi as the coating never used to get sticky even in humid weather.
Couple of tricks, bind, and then he decided to throw the yoyo in “vertical” quite strongly for a long combo that started with the crossed arms (it was the Jensen Kimmitt era), during the throw we literally see the string fold out become tense in slow motion and then snapping, the yoyo literally flight like a sort of small expensive green Icarus over the balcony then loose momentum and then do his nice 5 floors fall until touch the ground and literally create the best ding sound ever ear in my life.
Me and Gianluca just look and stare at each other, start to laugh until tears in our eyes then literally flight down the stairs to go and find the yoyo.
Useless to say that the poor Wasabi became literally wasabi, other than the danger from the fall then it roll all over the concrete and the rims where completely destroyed, the part that first hit the ground was deform and flatten a bit, the axle was broken in half with a part in one cup and a part in the other cup, the poor nice and soft coating was gone forever, we never have found the bearing, it was ready for the bin sadly.
My friend look at the poor throw (which was still new until the fall) and I can see that some desperation start to cross his face, the Wasabi was gone forever and no way to fix that, my friend was so desperate that we keeping laughing at it all evening.
We never played again in his balcony.
I have another story with the same guy about a Yoyofactory Northstar, the city of Florence, a car and the rock pavement in the historic centre, but before I want to hear yours 
