// all aboard //

to choose long boarding as a means of transportation is akin to choosing love as a philosophy of life. 

and i am in no way bashing love. 

a year and a half ago i bought (with my own money, that is), my first set of wheels. they were orange. and atop them sat a bamboo core sandwiched by epoxy and tri-axle fiberglass: a loaded dervish long board. beautiful. i knew a guy who knew a guy so i walked down wilshire to the beverly hills factory and handed some guy a wad of cash and rode home on my new board at a considerable discount. undoubtedly not the first time an underhanded cash transaction happened on those streets, and assuredly not the last. 

not long after that i ordered my second set of wheels online on the recommendation of an acquaintance in florida. never consult a girl from florida before buying a longboard. it was a piece of rubbish. the whole point of buying a second board was to take friends out with me. as it happens, most friends that i have taken out are absolute beginners, and me being a big softy, i just can’t put someone who’s skills as well as opinion of the sport are in a stage of fluid fragility on such a horrible piece of junk. so i end up riding the piece of flotsam on wheels around while they enjoy my baby. and them being beginners, my baby has taken it’s fare share of abuse. 

so short story long, i’m setting out in a few minutes on a a perfectly well-advised late night craig’s list rendezvous to acquire a replacement: my fourth set of wheels. (oh, yea, i bought a car somewhere in there too… i guess that’s somewhat notable as well)

but this board isn’t just another set of wheels. it’s an exciting investment in my future. who knows where this board will take me, who it will bring alongside me on my ride through life. i woke up on the first day of this year with the just-right-amount-of-whelming notion that twenty eleven is going to be pivotal, big, the biggest year of my life so far. the board i’m buying tonight could very well direct my future. i could end up riding it into traffic, get hit by a truck and die. it could end up being the thing that makes me fall in love with the girl i’m going to spend the rest of my life with. or it could just be a hell of a fun toy. who knows? 

my future is still unwritten, but (stealing a line from the brother’s bloom), i want to live as if i’m writing the best story ever told. and that means following the plotline. so here we go, i’m sticking both feet on this board and riding it where it will take me.