Spinning the Green Turbine

Zipped straight out through the screen flap to catch some fresh pavement, and what do I spot flipped upside down by the curb? A sweet street deck with raw neon-green urethane wheels pointing right up at the sky! You think I'm walking past free-spinning bearings? No chance! I scrambled onto the bottom grip tape, planted my left sneaker on the aluminum truck, and gave the back wheel a vicious downward heel strike. ZZZZZZZZT! That bearing screamed like an electric buzzsaw, spinning into a hypnotic neon blur while the graphic decal turned into pure liquid green! I crouched right over the hum, letting the breeze whip my curls until the wheel purred to a dead stop. Morning warm-up: absolutely shredded!