Originally Posted by: AkiraI'd agree with that statement, you don't get hurt every day atleast!

I skated for a year before I took up guitar, before I quit I had just mastered varial heelflips; hard as nails. Oh, and i'd finally ollied this big 8 step in my town.

I remember landing a backside flip once, but I found frontside really hard.

I also landed a double kickflip a few times!

yeah, I think the biggest I ollied was a 6. I had backside flips down, but frontside were just hard for me. I almost had 360 flips around the time that I quit too. I could do noseslides down this one ledge at my skatepark too. I've kickflipped down 2 or 3 steps (can't remember). I distinctly remember landing a nosegrind once... I had never tried one before, but I had been doing 5-0's all day, so I decided to try it... and I did it! it was insane! I was never able to land another one after that one time though. but I think the most fun thing for me on a skateboard was to just bomb a hill! which is actually why I quit... I was going extremely fast down this steep hill (which doesn't look steep from the top!) the speed limit on the road was 30 mph, and I was keeping up with the cars!!! well, I couldn't stop! there was no physical way of brakeing that I wouldn't fall with... so I kept going! and started wobbling all over the place when... storm drain... there was no avoiding it, I had no control... I did some wierd matrix thing... I went straight towards the ground, but turned myself, so I started rolling... and rolled for a good 1/4 of the hill (the hill is like 1/2 a mile long!) when I was done rolling... I stood up, noticed I had three bad spots, on my left leg on my calf, on my left elbow, and my right hand.

I went to the hospital after that because my wounds were deep (there was some liquid coming out that wasn't blood...) after sitting in the waiting room for 2 hours, I finally went in... they said that the liquid is basically the same liquid that a blister fills with... so they bandanged me up, I limped out, and limped for several days, and had a fat scab on my leg the size of a softball... there is still a big scar there today, though the scar isn't as big as the wound was...

and that's when I decided to quit...