A buddy of mine, Eric Bass, sent me this after we got to reminiscing about the good ‘ol days of some crazy-ass suicidal skateboarding. I clearly remember the "road rash” or "roasties" we used to get from doing this. There is no way to stop unless you put down a palm or a heel (not a great option). Problem is one dude slows down a lot quicker than the other and well, use your imagination to figure out what happens next. I have vague recollections of using a pile of pine needles and dried grass to slow down, and that never ended well. However, when does going 30 miles an hour down an asphalt road attached to your best buddy ever turn out well? Saying that, I can’t say I wouldn’t do it all over again.