Dear Santa,
I want a longboard.
No, really… I want a longboard. I want to feel the wind in my hair as I get up on my deck and begin to swoop back and forth. The gravel is my seaspray, the road is my neverending wave. I would hike a mountain and find the gentle slope leading home. I would glide back and forth. I would do slides and spins. I would walk the board, feel the wheels respond to every shift in my weight. The road would never rise up to meet me. I would reach my hands out and feel the heat from the blacktop. Not a single car would ruin the high. Somewhere down the road, I know my momentum would slow. I would eventually feel the ride coming to an end. But not in the moment. Not while the board and I are one.
Do you think you could do that for me, Santa? Lubbock is a very flat place, but I’m sure I could find a parking garage to shred… or just move to Austin.
Oh… and can I have a helmet, please? Thanks.
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Yours truly,
The Great Dane
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Dane, You would OWN the road! The videos were cool! Keep writing.