Ripstick Love

This is a Ripstick:

This is Love:


This is Ripstick Love:

My first inclination, if faced with a skateboard that someone had attached super-fast wheels to, sawed in half, and replaced the middle with a wobbly joint, would not be to claim my prize, jump on, and look for something to run into. I guess that's why I haven't yet become a ripstick enthusiast, in love with the speed, thrill, and danger.

I am mildly curious about them, however. Last Sunday before I left Louisville to head back to Bryan I opened an email from Davis's friend, Evi, which included the photo you see and an brief explanation:

Yesterday evening we ripsticked from Lovett Hall to the bike track. On the bike track we practiced a trick where Davis pushes me forward and then as I go by, I grab his hand and propel him forward. Then, before he passes me completely he grabs my hand and catapults me past. When I go by him again we repeat the process.

This, my friends, is why Health Care reform needs the provision that young adults can stay on their parent's insurance policies until the age of 26. Perhaps by then, they will have retired their ripsticks. Evi went on to write:

We also tried to ride one ripstick together but we did not achieve mastery. The smooth concrete floors of the McMurtry hallways are also perfect for "rip-sticking" study breaks!


In case you hadn't guessed, I have been released from my vow of silence and am cleared to "Repore!"