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On 11/10/1997
cRAIG dORRELL..FOR JOSH KNIGHT
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WE WERE BOMBING THE 21ST RUN AND AT THE LAST POSSIBLE END OF THE RUN MY FRIEND HAD A CAR PURPOSLY BACK INTO HIM THAN TAKE OFF
...WE WERE GOING AROUND 30 MPH NOT THAT FAST..HE BROKE HIS PHEMER.. IN TWO PLACES..
.FRACTURED THE INSIDE OF HIS EYE SOCKETS...
.BROKE HIS NOSE
HAS A METAL PLATE UNDER HIS TONGUE..AND HAS TO TAKE AT LEAST 1YEAR TO 1 AND A HALF OFF OF SKATING OR SURFING FOR THAT MATTER..SO WATCH YOURSELF........PEACE AND KEEP RIDING
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On 11/10/1997 Shane A. Miller
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I went down a verry large 1 mile hill hit a car and broke my
ass, and 1 leg.
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On 11/10/1997
PERES(PORTUGAL)
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I WAS TRYING TO DROP FROM A HELICOPTER TO THE HALF-PIPE, AND I MADE A DISASTER IN THE COPPING AND THE BOARD BROKE, I SLIPED IN THE TAIL , BROKE BOTH LEGS!
SORRY ABOUT MY MISTAKES
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On 11/3/1997
Chaz
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I was cruising down a parking garage with some friends. I think we were going between 20-25 mph. The whole thing is just downhill with full U-turns before you make it to he next level. Anyways, I'm cutting through one of the turns when my friend right behind me hit an oil slick and slides right into me. I flipped over completely and landed standing up. However I had so much momentum I twisted my left leg so hard I fractured the knee. Moral: It's fun to bomb runs with friends, but don't stay too close too them. You want to watch out for them in case they fuck up, not be involved in their fuck up.
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On 10/29/1997 eggman
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Ok OK, you fools have inspired me to share my drunken crash story. It seems that there are too many of these.... Anyway, I was going to an beer drinking function with all intentions of getting fucked up, Knowing this, I decided not to drive my car, but instead I would ride my new longboard. Anyway, I drink countless beers at this function. I guess I was very intoxicated. So then it is time to leave so I get on my skateboard and suddenly find that I can't skate! I mean I keep biffing it. I am only going about five miles an hour, but I must have fallen about eight times in the first 1/2 mile. So anyway, I finally fall backwards, land on my butt, and smack my head on the street. Did I mention the fact that this was in the middle of the street? So any way I am sick of falling, so I just lay there. My Buddy is laughing and yelling at me to get out of the street, but I am not moving. A tow truck driver saw me and called the police. My buddy is trying to convince him that I am really OK and the police don't need to be called. My buddy finally pursuades me to get up (he said the cops were coming). It was at this time I noticed that I had blood spurting out my head. Next thing I know three cop cars, a fire truck and an ambulance show up. I try to convince them I am really ok, just drunk, but they think I need stitches. Anyway after much discussion, they finally convince me to get in the ambulance (the cop said go to the hospital or go to jail). So they load me up with my longboard on my chest and take me to the hospital. Now I don't have insurance so I don't want stiches because they are bucks. The paramedic wheels me into the hospital on the strecher (still with my board) and leaves. I get up, get my shit together and walk out into the hallway. Now you have to realize the stae of drunkeness I am in. I know I can't just stand in the busy hallway looking stupid and bloody, so I exit the building. I am now out in the parking lot and have no idea what hospital I am at. I wander the parking lot and see a lady getting into her car. I approach her and give her my sob story (the events you just read). She feels sorry for me and gives me a ride home. I found out later from my roomates that it was a brand new mercedez(or however you spell that car). I just hope I did'nt bleed in her car. Luckily that is my only crash story, so I thought I would share. Peace out and when you skate, don't drink-smoke pot instead! Oh yeah, I made it home and still had my board!
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On 10/28/1997
Big Ripper
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I just got a gravityboard last week and charged it down a six
mile hill and ate it. I broke three ribs, my ass bone and can
not get an erection anymore. i still love to charge it though.
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On 10/26/1997
Tim
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This story is not as eatshit as the others,but it does have
a happy ending.
I was stationed over in Germany,and where I was at it was
common to bring your skates to
the clubs.So anyhow,I'm all boozed and
skated since it was helluva lot cheaper than a taxi.The
hill to the club is a fun trot.You can hit about 30 with
no problem.So I huck this hit,trying to go as fast as
possible.I had no idea what had happened untill I stopped
sliding.I had landed chest first and bounced my head off
the pavement.When I got up,my jacket was torn,and my
knuckels were hamburger.I still didn't relized my head had
a trickel of blood.I figured I slamed at about 35 mph.
I figured what the hell,and still went to the club.Wat a
sight I was.I got cleaned up,bought a beer,and got laid
an hour later.
Don't drink and skate in Germany,you will get a DUI.
OUTTA HERE!
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On 10/24/1997
Gabriel
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ehhh, well, these stories are really freaky, I haven't
fallen that nasty yet, but I've had some pretty nice falls,
like this time when I was riding with a friend. He had one
of those short boards and I was goin really fast
approaching him from behind, when I was almost besides him
he tried to do some kind of trick and his skateboard got
stuck under my Gravity longboard and sent me flying
through the air, I was lucky nothing happened to me, I only
scratched my palms, got some bruises on my hips and messed
up my elbow a little bit. That's all dudes (There's some
good sidewalk surfing here in Puerto Rico too)
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On 10/24/1997
Patrick Kelly and Philip Carillo
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This crash is story is dedicated to CJ Malcom, the man the myth the legend.
Who is completely nuts and eats it everyday. We had been bombing hills all day, feeling pretty good about ourselves. We head off to one particularly steep hill we know of. We approach the hill with my friends truck and stared down the hill thinking there's know fuckin way I am bombing this but I bet that CJ will. So CJ asks me, "You gonna bomb it?" I replied, sure dude, after you. The madman started down the hill cutting left and right quickly picking up speed. From the top of the we noticed the speed wobble become too intense with one and three quarters of a mile left to go. Then it came to the point, we all knew he was fucked, he probably knew it to. His last desperate attempt for one final cut, the back end slid out from under him sending him hurling through the air. He finally hit the pavement going into a perfect tuck and roll. Continuing down the hill for a good fifteen feet. We finally reached him and he was just lying there perfectly still, bleeding from several spots.
He was complaining about his arm, but I just told "Suck it you pussy, your arm's fine." I guess him was a little sore, I saw him later that night with a cast on his arm. The coolest thing about the whole situation was we went bombing later that night. CJ Malcom you are a madman. You have some serious problems.
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On 10/11/1997 A Very Sore Head
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i was carving'n this super steep hill and a dog
ran out in front of me. I swerved to miss the poofy stupid
freak of a maltese terrier( Those white fluffy ones) i
looked in front of me to see a stupid garbage truck that
i got catapulted into head first. When i finaly came to I
had gashes all over my face and chest from the glass which resulted
in 50 stitches.
the only reason i`m still alive is because of my helmet.
all this caused by a stupid little fluff ball, next time i`m
going down that hill in my car I`ll splatter the dam thing
all over the road.
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On 9/25/1997
dana (aka frosty)
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am i the only chic who longboards? (besides my roommates) i have got the scars to prove it too. i ride a hand-made "Ideal" board. it kicks ass. by far the my best run and crash was made in Salt Lake City Utah. there is an avenue that runs really steep for about 50 blocks with only a few stop signs and few cars. it was about 4 am and we were cruising at probably 25-30 mph. we were completely tucked down, going as fast as possible. all was well until a car ran a stop sign, hit me and my board. talk about bad timing! it killed my board, and sent me sailing into road rash hell.
i have healed and i haven't slowed down at all.
email me if you feel like it. i would like to know that there are other female longboarders!
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On 9/20/1997 samy mc,long.shag.a.fucking.bmw
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i was happily going down a 2 km hill with my mate while drunk. we hit the "really death steep" bit where an intercection is waiting at the bottom. my friend just made it but i just had to get cleaned up by the gutter. well when i cown down from space i landed on the roof of a b.m.w.
i broke my arm in 5 different places.5 years later i still havent learnt and would even bother looking at pads or a helmet.
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On 9/17/1997 Mikkel
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Last week I was skating and I bombed a pretty good sized hill. My friends and I usually go from somewhere around the middle but the genius I am, I decided to take it from the top. My trucks were as loose as they go and right near the bottom I get monster speed wooble an I fell off going abou 30-35. I broke my wrist and have to wear a cast for 6 weeks. I was lucky though, if I had hit my head going at that speed I probably wouldn't be able to type this rirht now. I WOULD BE DEAD OR BRAIN DAMAGED! So wear a helmet, eh?
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On 9/12/1997 Chachi
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This story is not as bad as some of these gruesome tales here,
like the guy that busted a butt through a window! Me and my
friends were all boozing at my ranch and we decided to hit
the local run in Bend. We had Zabadooskie's Lawn Mower (car)
and the kill tunes. I've skated all my life but not much
downhill, so I try out my friend's Sector. It was wierd and
I couldn't get the feel so I just started bombing the hill.
It was steep and curvy. I started hauling and barely holding off
the wobs. As I hauled by the Mower I saw my two troll friends
boozing and heckling me. I knew if I ended up mincemeat it
would be unending insults from the trolls. So I punched it
for the curb, spotted a spot where the sidewalk gave way to
some dirt without any trees, and going about 40 slammed into
the curb. I went flying off and tucked into a roll, popped
up in a full run, chased down the board that was careening
down the hill ghost-style, and ended up without a scratch.
It was because of the booze. Thanks for reading, peace.
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On 9/9/1997
TSCHANN Nicolas (BISCAROSSE FRANCE)
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So, I was runnin down a hill in ST Jean de LUz between traffic and parked cars. This guy just stops on my left, preparing to turn left. So i thought okay, i can just pass between him and another parked car on the right. The was something like two feet. Then his kid starts opening the back door on my side and i went wham into the fuck'in Volvo door . My arm what like sort of open and i had to go to the hospital. Remember longboarding exists in FRANCE too.
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On 9/7/1997 matt
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It all started late one night , my best friend and I were having a few drinks and we got the idea to skate a hill that during the day is busy but at night it would be pretty empty. We went to investigate. As we suspected the street was empty . My buddy went first. I followed in the car, so he could see the road becuase there are no lights on this street. He made his run it was not to fast but he got it up to 28 or so.
Now it was mt turn. I started of slow through the upper residential area then I went for the bomb. I got into my tuck and took off. Chris following me in the car was going over 30. Now we got to the steep section of the hill. From inside the car Chris said I took off like night rider (kitt 2000). I was pretty haired for the first block or so but soon I had the wobble under controll,and the board actually felt like it stiffened up and really took off.
The only problem I had now was that I couldn't see where I was going. faster and faster .
then I saw the bottom of the hill I didn't like it. There was one of those big concete rain gutters and lots of traffic without any stop sign.
At this point Iwas ready to go with god . I tried to slow with a few carves but they were only narrow S turns and had very little effect. as I neared the intersection I knew that this was the moment I stepped off the board.I gor a few steps in then I toumbled
My buddy was there adout a minuet later. I was in some bodys frount yard half in their bushes and on there picket fence.
My hip was ground down into the meat and my elbows were in the same condition.
After I bandaged my self up Chris estimated my speed at upwards of 45 to 50.
So now I tell you I still had alot of fun that night.
Oh yeah wear thick jeans when youskate at night.they saved my legsfrom being ground off.
smoke pot
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On 9/1/1997 Bentner Pol 3, am Floss L-9232 Diekirch LUXEMBOURG
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once when we made a nice downhill in diekirch, luxembourg one of my friends called Pol Bentner tried to rule this fucking speedy hill and chrashed with a speed of 65 km/h into a barbed wire.Of course we had to carry this fucking cool sucker into the hospital.
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On 8/29/1997
Johny Dungaree
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A friend and I were charging d.h. on my college campus.
It was a nice ass day outside, so many people were present
to witness the madness. The hill wasn't too steep at first,
but we hit this bend in the road and the shit dropped quick.
We had been poundin all day (not recommended before riding
fast, we learned the hard way) so we decided to take charge
and show all of these Northern Virgina geeks what's real. I
was leading and my pal had never rode longboard before so
I dragged my foot for about 20 feet hoping he would follow. He
didn't and since he already was a mad wobbler, he plowed me
right over. I thigh-skidded out right through a curb and
a crowd of leery freshmen. A few of them saw it coming and
dipped, but the rest got ankled. I rolled into the grass and
down into a ditch under a little bridge. I felt like a damn
troll with the billy goats gruff. As for my cohort-in-spillage,
he landed a bit more safely. I took pix of my thigh-carnage
and showed em off for a while until I got scars. When I saw
the opportunity to share, I jumped on it. Thanks for readin.
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On 8/28/1997
Wayne
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One day I was checking out this little hill in my nieghborhood,
and about half way down the hill there was a street you could
cut back onto and connect to a longer hill. I decide to try for
the cutback. What I didn't see was all the rocks right there next
to the intersection. Well as I rounded the corner, my wheels
caught on one of these rocks just right and off I went. I still
have the scars on my elbow from the road rash, and I got a concussion
from the head injury.
Two morals. One wear a helmet when trying out some intense corners
and two,Cheak the road ways for rocks and trash on the road.
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On 8/12/1997 Jesse
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It was the second day i got my longboard. I did not know about speed wobble or to carve to reduce your speed. So me and my friend decided to go down this STEEP hill. i probabley got up to 20-25 mph. It was wobbling so much i did thing i could control it so i bailed. i hit the pavement with the front of my foot so i fell scraped up my elbow my hip and my entire left side and hands. What i learned from this is to always have control of your board and wear pads, they can save you from alot of pain.
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On 8/11/1997 henry
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I was just cruisin' down a little hill with some friends not
knowing the impending doom which was awaiting me around the
next turn. I was first around the turn and saw I was at the
top of a monstrous death canyon(hill). Wanting to take on
this beast I quickly proceeded to bomb the hill in a tuck.
about half way down a car aproached I attempted to turn but
was overtaken by speed wobbles upon which I fliped
over a mailbox and crashed ass first through the window of a parked car
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On 8/10/1997 Eric
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I was skating down a hill on our street on a short board.
I was going about 20, and I started to carve. Not knowing
that the third bolt on my front truck disappeared seconds
before. I lifted my board, still at speed, and when I attempted
to put it down, the board stopped. I launched ten feet and rolled
to a stop. I burned my back, hands, knees, and one of my feet
because my shoe fell off.
I have two morals to this story. First, make sure your
board is in working condition, and that you have at least 3 bolts
in your trucks. Second, wear socks and tie your shoes!!!
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On 8/5/1997
Nater
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So, I was using my friend Mikkels board, going about 25 mph
down a hill at my Dad's house on Bainbridge (by Seattle), and I got
speed wobble, I didn't realize I was going so fast (my brother
told me later) so I thought I could jump of and run with it. I tried.
Pavement scrapes pretty bad. I fell and got a scrape 2 inches
wide and about 6+ inches long on my knee and a 2x2 inch one
on my elbow. It hurt later on but I had so much adrenalin running
my leg was bouncing unvolentarily. It was weird. I still have the
scars!!!!!!!!!
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On 7/27/1997 Kalani
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I was cruising down Mokapu blv. by Kalaheo Highschool at about 12:30 at night. My friends were following me in the van and said I was going 'at least' 20mph. I made colmen slide and everyone cheered (I was feeling pretty good). Then I decided to bust a hand-stand. I got up easily and I was crusing along until I hit a manhole cover. I got some serious speed wobble; I knew it was over. I flew forward and rolled but my pads saved me. I thought the worst was over, then I heard the brakes screeching. Next thing I knew I was in the hospital because the van had crushed my knee and shattered my shin.
Stupid friends in van suck!!!
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On 7/25/1997 Chris Roques
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When you're cruising around in the city drop knee, brushing the chain link fence with your hand. Make sue your ass doesn't hit a lightpole. When my ass hit the lightpole, my fingers got hung up in the fence and snapped the bones in my hand in half. So watch your ass.
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