Travelling the World on a Longboard
I remember the first time I saw somebody riding a longboard.
I was a freshman in college and as I was walking to class, a random guy came cruising by.
I didn’t know exactly what I saw. It was like a long skateboard, but better.
I remember watching as he carved back and forth on the pavement so seamlessly. He was going fast and easily riding over cracks and bumps. With every push off and turn I noticed the board bending and springing back. I watched in awe.
I knew right then and there that I would learn how to ride. On top of that I saw a vision of myself traveling the world in that fashion. Read More




