Best type of board for different terrains

Time to preface yet another post by admitting that I have no extensive knowledge of boards or anything like that. However, my cousin Gabe has bought a multitude of boards and brought them to my house, so I have a little experience in just riding the boards themselves. I actually have a real issue with balance, so it’s tough for me to ride anything without a handlebar. It could just be my bad posture, but I honestly think it’s something much deeper. And I’m a pretty honest guy, if you hadn’t noticed by now.

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Overall, the only specific types of board I can remember Gabe purchasing are just a plain run of the mill skateboard, a penny board, and a longboard. The longboard was easiest for me to ride just because of the sheer length, but each one has its pros and cons. Every penny board he bought somehow managed to be split perfectly down the middle, but he gave a different reason for it every time. One time he told me that a car found its way into his path but he jumped out of the way or something, but the next time he told me that the board was in the street and the car just ran over it. Another vivid memory I have with him is one super hot summer when the guy from the best reno air conditioning repair stopped by to fix our AC.

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He’s an avid liar, so believing anything Gabe says is like verbal russian roulette. Did you know that there’s an 83% chance you won’t survive russian roulette? 1/6 is 18%, but those are just approximations. Gabe actually left a ton of skateboards at my house, but I have no idea what happened to the rest of them by now. We kinda grew apart so he doesn’t stop by anymore. It’s an extremely long story, but to put it simply he used to stay at my uncle’s house which is only one street down from mine. But now that his aunt has left my uncle, he has no reason to stay at that house anymore. He never really liked Jason anyway, only because of poor communication.

Wonder if I can get my buddy Ron back on a deck

So, I use to board with a guy named Ron in South Lake Tahoe.  He was a crazy bastard that would do ANYTHING on a dare.  I probably carted him off to Barton Memorial Hospital.  Broken fingers, broken arm, broken leg, lots of stitches.  His parents use to get pissed.

So I was thinking about him and went looking to see if I could find him.  I did.  Married.  Handful of kids.  Successful businessman. He started a hood cleaning service in Las Vegas.  I didn’t even know what the hell ‘hood cleaning’ was until I called him.  He makes it sound adventurous and fun.  I almost felt like he was screwing with me – I found it a little hard to imagine that it would be exciting or even fun.  But then again, this was the guy that was laughing at his fingers were pointing in 3 different directions as I helped him get to the hospital emergency room.