I was in a scooter gang in high school. Me and my buddy Morgan fixed up these old scooters from childhood, spray painted “Zero-X” on the backs of some surplus army fatigues, and rode around looking as tough as we could, sliding rails and hopping gaps at various neighborhood parking lots. We were badass.
One day, doing a routine rail slide on my way home from school, a bolt caught on a crack in the curb and I went over the handlebars, face first. I went home with a gash in my face, and one of my front tooths was gray for like a year. I scooted a couple more times after that, but couldn’t really bring the gusto. Zero-X was done.
It’s good to see those old scooters making a comeback. But be careful out there, kids.