Your feet locked into your board,
You’re rolling to the crest,
The point of no return,
Heart pounding as your eyes scan the road,
Checking the surface for bumps, stones and grates,
As your board builds up speed,
Your mind empties,
The board wobbles every so often,
Your body on fire with adrenaline,
You begin to feel like Kerosene is pumping through your veins,
You hit the first bend,
Your heart races as the board slips out,
You reign it back in,
Controlling it like a wild Mustang,
You begin back downhill,
A straight,
You see the bottom where the floor levels out,
You begin to breathe a little easier,
You hit the bottom,
You let out an almighty “WOOOOOO" as you slow down,
The feeling of facing death and winning,
Leaving you in a state of euphoria.