Friday, August 3, 2012
August 3. Day 216. Still carrying the scars
Just as one injury was nearly healed, I'd have another fall and there would be a new wound. My knees still carry the scars from years of gravel rash, cuts, scraps, blood and gashes.
Almost all of these injuries were scooter-related. We had a steep concrete driveway with a large concrete slab at the bottom of the hill. Perfect. We'd pick up a head of speed down the drive and then swing right onto the flat concrete at the bottom and stop. Well, that was the plan. I failed spectacularly often. Another day, another fall.
Time is a great healer but I don't really remember it hurting. If it did it wasn't enough to stop me walking back to the top of the drive and doing it again.
Scooters went out of favour for a bit but it pleases me greatly that they then made a spectacular come-back, lighter, trendier and far more maneuverable than ever before.
I thought of my scooting days as I watched the lads at the skate park today. I can only imagine what my elbows and knees would look like now had I ever attempted some of the stunts they were displaying.
I am pleased to see that scabs on the limbs are still part of the deal.