In the summers of seventy six/seven/ eight, I rode around on my skateboard..The pavements on our estate where of super smooth tarmac flecked through with quartz, and where a dream to ride on..If you hit the smallest piece of grit however,, the wheels would stop you dead and you would be on your bloody knees..There was a bad boy that we knew who had stolen a Benjy board..It was a bit like my new Sector nine and I coveted it greatly..You could ride a cobbled lane on this no problem..When I am next in Cov I will ride my old estate like Micheal Gallagher once did at full pelt..
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