My first skateboard was a steel-wheeled job that I had inherited from my older brother. Once I had shown that I could skate and that my interest wasn’t a passing fad, my dad bought me my first new-to-me skateboard. I couldn’t have been older than nine or ten. It was a bright orange Cal-240! It had a plastic deck and urethane wheels, and was sort of shaped like a modern longboard, but much smaller.
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My brother would drive me over to Mount Trashmore (an old landfill that had been converted into a city park), and we would skate down the soap box derby track that ran down the hill. He taught me the trick was to weave from side to side down the track to keep your speed down.
So, one day my dad took me to the park. Wanting to show off for the old man, I immediately dropped in from the very top of the track, the steepest spot. Only I forgot to weave. There I was, barreling straight down down the hill, faster than I had ever gone before. The front wheels were chattering and bouncing off of the asphalt for all they were worth. I kept it together for maybe three quarters of the descent. Then I lost it. FACE PLANT! I ended up with horrible road rash on both forearms and my knees, as well as a scar under my chin that I have to this day.
So embarrassing, but I was back on that hill within a week. Yeah, the 70s were a lot of fun.
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This seemed a lot steeper than it looks in this photo.
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If you were watching Saturday morning cartoons in the 70s you probably saw a government anti-littering PSA that featured Mount Trashmore. It was in the same series as the one that showed the native American with the tear running down his cheek.