Bombs Away!

Here, at the corner of two streets in Nashville, our house rests atop a hill. Down one street, a long and graceful, but somewhat dangerous plunge (it meets other streets, thus the potential lurks for "meeting" cars). Choose the other and you've taken a short, but satisfying, in regards to pure velocity, tour of the neighborhood.

On a bike? No. In a car? Not in a million years. On a Sector Nine Skateboard straight from the perils of Los Angeles? Thanks Adam.

There are many joys to partaking in "bombing" a hill (the art of triumphantly cruising down a hill on nothing more than a board with a number of wheels, all the while putting oneself at odds with gravity and the immeasurable pain one might feel when skin meets pavement): complete freedom, utter ecstasy, and the laughable sight of your companion coming close to the aforementioned "skin meeting pavement" scenario.

Matt and I have had the absolute privilege of establishing a near daily "bomb this hill" event. If there are fellow bombers out there, do your duty - film it and reply back to us with the link.


(By the way, I've said "bomb" four times in this blog post. If you are the Fed...instead of wasting your time coming to find me, do the community a service by grabbing a board and showing 'em how it's done.)