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Monday, August 06, 2007

Skaterboys

Do you remember Skaterboys? Not Sk8tr Bois, those came much later. When I was a kid, skateboarding was still a little dangerous, not in the physical sense (that remains) but in the rebellious sense. The Skaterboys shaved their heads in strange ways; sometimes they even dyed their hair blue, or green. Their dark clothing with chains clanging like warning bells were scary, not in the frightened sense but in the heart-pounding sense. They wore low-top skate shoes and came in late to school. They hung out right outside of the principal’s office, as if daring him to bust them.



Oh, and they were cute. Skaterboys were cute in the way that all slightly bad boys on a mode of transportation are cute—especially to a good girl. You might steal a glance at the wiry boys leaning against the wall on your way to class, but to do anything else might make your girlfriends question your sanity. You just don’t cross those invisible lines that early in high school. One Skaterboy in particular was so hot the girls across the cliques couldn’t help but throw a glance in his direction, hoping he’d stop playing tricks on his board and return a look. Every single one of my friends took turns having a crush on that Irish boy. I couldn’t get him to give me a second look, but his sister took a turn having a crush on me (that’s a story for another day.) Then again, what would I have done if he or any other Skater reciprocated? Probably nothing, they were just too dangerous.

I was gathering up my grocery bags at my neighborhood store when I heard the telltale thwack and spin of skateboards in the parking lot. I had El Guille in the cart as I pushed him out the doors. Between me and the car were a bunch of Skaters. There they were, skinny jeans, bad hair, greasy skin, and so scrawny I nearly turned my cart around to go buy them each a Twinkie. What happened to the Skaterboys? These weren’t the bad boys of my youth; they were a bunch of children who needed some clean clothes, a shower, and a haircut. Buy some Clearasil, babies.

Driving home last week I saw a couple kids on boards. They were no more than seven, just a couple years older than El Guille. I couldn’t help but think of El Guille with a board, rocketing down the sidewalk, creating jumps out of plywood, and saving up his pennies to visit Board of Provo. I wonder if I’m raising a Skaterboy. I think that when you grow up with something slightly rebellious, it no longer stays rebellious. Skateboarding won’t be the same if the cops don’t come after you. It’s not the same if your mom and dad used to board. It’s not the same if your mom buys you a helmet and pads so that you can board safely. It kind of makes me miss the Skaters.

17 comments:

Lindsey said...

And it definitely won't be the same if you're not smokin' weed out behind the school during Seminary.

Tori :) said...

Virgil Welch- that was the name of the THRASHER I loved... 7th grade. Blond, long bangs that fell in his face with a streak of black in them. Blue eyes... Yummy.

Livs said...

My older brother had subscriptions to both Thrasher and TransWorld Skate, which I'd steal and read before I went to sleep at night.... O! The days of Powell-Peralta, Steve Caballero and the backyard halfpipe. I loved skate culture and the boys who went with it. So great to meet you on Friday!

compulsive writer said...

Two things:

At the Children's Parade in Provo this year I saw a gang of skater boys who were all of about 7 or 8. After first wondering where were their mothers I then wondered what it was so important to not conform to at the age of 7? Hygiene? Times Tables? Four Square?

Now there are skater boys and there are longboarders. They are distinctly different. The longboarders I know are not trying quite so hard to be bad boys. They just wanna have fun. (And there are some longboarding girls, too. You should see the deck one of them designed for my Z~)

I often wonder what happens when skater boys and longboarders converge at Board of Provo (yes, I've been there, but I much prefer Milo). What do they say to one another, "Nice deck?"

Annette said...

My kids better be skaters! We love Rob & Big (even though he's a tool to girls, not cool). But where I grew up everyone skated, it was just the mode of transport around. I have a few scars of my own. One of my favorite things to do is watch tricks and ramp stuff, ever since we had skate assemblies in elementary school. I like seeing the greasy, clearasil needy, skinny pants kids, because at least they are trying out something, and getting better at something,and being outside. Enough said.

b. said...

*cough-sputter*
Nice what?

Anyway, I totally ruined it for my boys when I told them I used to skateboard.

pflower10 said...

I had such a crush on this bad boy, skater dude who was held back and had to repeat part of his senior year. He sat right in front of me in Critical Thinking and would take a nap during class. He was beautiful. He was a dead ringer for Eric Stoltz. I would melt into his bloodshot blue eyes every time he would wake up and ask me if he missed lunch. I wonder what he's up to now.....hmmmmmmmm.

wendysue said...

Well, Tori:) if we're coming clean mine was Enver. I'd stay outside the "Rec Center" and watch him skate. And we'd dance at the 7th grade "Rec Dances", oh and call each other on the phone. . .

Sk8boarding is not a crime.

(I can't believe no one wrote that yet!!)

sara said...

Love 'em. Married one. But he was never greasy.

Rynell said...

I married my skater boy 11 years ago.
He cleans up nice.

Justine said...

Anytime you see upper middle class preppy boys with highlighted hair on a skateboard, you know it's officially mainstream.

What's the next rebel cause de jour?

MoJo's Weekly Update said...

Word up. I'm from Seattle where skating and looking nappy came natural to most boys.

Leisha said...

My neighbor was a skater boy...called himself "stormy" and his brother was "frisco"...I still have their pictures tucked into my memory box.

sue-donym said...

Remember when Bored of Provo was on Center Street? Same block as our bookstore, I would watch them skate by everyday.

Michelle said...

Very hilarious! Who was that boy?- I know I had similar crushes on some of the untouchable skaters at our old high school! My husband skates and I wish he'd skate more so I could feel like I was fulfilling the good girl, bad boy fantasy!

AzĂșcar said...

Michelle, his initials were S.M.--does that help?

Yesterday El Guille and I were about to climb the stairs at our place and there was a skateboard a the bottom of the steps. "Look mama," he said, "It's a skateboard!"

I didn't even know he knew the word.
I couldn't have been prouder.

Tiffany said...

You nailed it at sk8trbois. So ridiculous.

My favorite is when you see one riding down the street pumping with the wrong foot.

idiots.

I despise the labeling of this generation. I feel like kids/teens have always been somewhat classified i.e. stoners, skaters, jocks, band and drama kids etc. But this generation is so extreme in it that it borders upon racism (or something). He is emo, he is prep, he is goth, he is skater. Ever looked at the wars on Urban dictionary? I looked up Emo once just to see what these kids were calling Emo (because the kids they were calling Emo, were not in my opinion what I would consider Emo)and it was pretty disturbing how much hate was being shown.

I could go on a couple more paragraphs about the dumb-butt sk8ters in my neighborhood who think they rule our streets and don't get out of the roads for cars and flip people off when they are honked at. *breath*

blah.