“I’m good!” – Lucky skater bombing a steep hill at white knuckle speeds catches a case of speed wobbles, loses control and slides down the street like a Penguin on ice!
Trundling along at 80 kilometres per hour is a yawn if you’re seated in the comfortable confines of your car, with a seat belt across your chest, and doors and bodywork shielding you from the elements and other road users. But what if the only thing that separates you from the tarmac is a plank of wood on four polyurethane wheels?
Trundling along at 80 kilometres per hour is a yawn if you’re seated in the comfortable confines of your car, with a seat belt across your chest, and doors and bodywork shielding you from the elements and other road users. But what if the only thing that separates you from the tarmac is a plank of wood on four polyurethane wheels?
