I guess I also want to add that when I go out, I’m always in a helmet, knee and elbow pads, and wrist guards.
You never quite know what’s going to happen out there —
A few years ago on a wide trail, someone in front of me panicked right as I was about to pass them and they moved directly into my path. I had to bail off the trail to try to “run off” my momentum, but they stepped more into the way and caught my skate with theirs just before I could get a foot down. I wound up in a semi-uncontrolled fall that saw my wrist guards taking the brunt of a tree I was going to dodge if I’d had my feet.
Last year on a freshly paved road, my wife let out blood curdling scream from behind me as we were bombing down a hill. I swung into a power slide to stop but instead of sliding, my wheels just kept traction and I suddenly found myself heading for a curb at about 20 mph with only a few feet to maneuver. It was bad, too. Curb, couple feet of grass, then broken and uneven sidewalk, followed by mangled and rusty metal fence. Clipped the curb and went down hard on my pads and helmet – cracked my helmet on the sidewalk. Walked away fine. (Buy good helmets and always replace your helmet after a crash.) My wife was fine. She hit a small rock and panicked. Didn’t even fall.
In that instance. I’d probably drag a wheel, or use the alignment of my feet to slow myself down, paired with an occasional spin stop.
That sounds super cool
I guess I also want to add that when I go out, I’m always in a helmet, knee and elbow pads, and wrist guards.
You never quite know what’s going to happen out there —
A few years ago on a wide trail, someone in front of me panicked right as I was about to pass them and they moved directly into my path. I had to bail off the trail to try to “run off” my momentum, but they stepped more into the way and caught my skate with theirs just before I could get a foot down. I wound up in a semi-uncontrolled fall that saw my wrist guards taking the brunt of a tree I was going to dodge if I’d had my feet.
Last year on a freshly paved road, my wife let out blood curdling scream from behind me as we were bombing down a hill. I swung into a power slide to stop but instead of sliding, my wheels just kept traction and I suddenly found myself heading for a curb at about 20 mph with only a few feet to maneuver. It was bad, too. Curb, couple feet of grass, then broken and uneven sidewalk, followed by mangled and rusty metal fence. Clipped the curb and went down hard on my pads and helmet – cracked my helmet on the sidewalk. Walked away fine. (Buy good helmets and always replace your helmet after a crash.) My wife was fine. She hit a small rock and panicked. Didn’t even fall.