When I was about 13 I was at a family gathering toward the end of summer. My uncle had a nice ride on mower and a decent sized trailer to go with it to ease clearing the brush out of his fairly large back yard.
At this party there were a good amount of younger children, and since it was late summer/ early fall, my uncle decided to do a hay ride around the neighborhood with said mower and trailer. It worked out great, the kids loved it.
halfway through the day my cousin and I are getting restless playing n64 so we head side to skateboard some. My cousin shows my the truly rad Powell Peralta from the 80’s that his dad dug out from the attic, I NEEDED to ride this thing. We’re having a good time, and my uncle pull up on the tractor for the next group of kids. I decided it would be fun for us to follow along, skiching the trailer and all that, which it was! We had a great time, kids loved the extra action as well.
And so we go around the neighborhood, and popping mid Ollie’s and weaving around, good times. We come up to about halfway around the neighborhood and get to The Hill. I forgot about the hill, its big, sweeping arc with smooth asphalt and no traffic, I loved The Hill. Puttering merrily along, the hayride progresses, and I give a BIG kick to send myself down the glorious slope.
And then, Wobbles.
Gently at first, rhythmically, the board oscillates back and forth at an exponentially more rapid rate by the foot, and suddenly I am airborne. I hit the ground and roll for a good distance, no helmet, no pads. I popped up, shouting “I’M OKAY!”, nothing broken but a good amount of bloody scrapes. My uncle and all the kids just stared for a few seconds in disbelief. Adrenaline pumping I continued on, much more careful of my speed. I had scabs on my face for the first few weeks of school, my mom was horrified.
I never see the board up. It sat for decades and I just hopped on the thing and sent it, the trucks were WAY too loose and the jug soft wheels helped maintain speed like crazy. I was a recipe for disaster. Still one of my uncles favorite stories to tell at parties tho lol
So, Doc, I think that’s “dirty speed”, clean speed must be the opposite of that.