In one of those entertaining life-imitates-art moments that pervade our experience as comic strip authors, we wrote this week's skateboarding sequence last week on the plane back from Burlington. Then yesterday I went to the park with my kids on the Ripstik they got me for Christmas. Within seconds I was sporting this exciting new addition to my ensemble.
(My excuse: I was carrying a bag full of baseball gear, and it threw off my balance.) Undeterred, I got right back up on that horse, and never went down again. But I was bleeding pretty freely for the next hour, which made a terrific impression on neighbors as I whizzed by. I'm pretty sure no one who saw me yesterday will ever buy one of those things.