Physics Of Quad Skating

Skateboarding has always been an option of being a good hobby for anybody no matter what age or height because in reality it depends on how well you want to succeed with skateboarding either by being the best in the whole state or just being a good role model to kids and not dealing with drugs and all sorts plus you will still be in the streets but for a good/better ”The money for the skate park, then considered state-of-the-art, came from a donation from credit card giant MBNA, and for years, local youth and others gathered to do tricks on the steep wooden walls of its halfpipe”( Abigail Curtis 2006) cause depending on where and when you skate at. Some locations do required a few adjustment but most of the time it's not always as bad as it seems like wearing a helmet which is a bother to the person who is skating (I personality don’t enjoy helmets or equipment on me). What was the development of skateboarding? Who created it? "Considering that the early 70's were all downhill riding, slalom riding, we made boards that were almost like snow skis.( Noel Wanner 2008)What was the reason that two words got put together and made it into a great long journey or a very painful one. Cause of this great ordeal on where these parts where made every part of the skateboard has a reason for what it is built for. What kind of metal does it need so it can grind on a rail so perfect each and every different time?

Rollershoes are a kind of shoe have wheels protruding slightly from the heel, allowing the wearer to alternate between walking and rolling. There are a number of tricks that can be done with them, including pop wheelies and spins. Rollershoes are one of the favorite pastimes of the children’s young truth. People’s opinions, however, are divergent on rollershoes. Quite a few people advocate that rollershoes is just an innocent toy, it allows children to get a lot of happiness from it and it’s also a good exercise. Nevertheless, some other people standing on a different ground proclaim that rollershoes are a serious threat for kids cause child would be badly injured when playing rollershoes. As

Ice dancing is a beautiful sport but it requires a number of sacrifices. For young dancers, most days are composed of skating,school and homework. Competitive dancers need to practise for five to six hours every day. Dancers usually skate early in the morning, so they always need to go to bed early. A dancer who do not get enough sleeps will not performs well. In addition, ice dancing cost a lot of money. Dancers must pay for lessons, ice time and costumes, which can be thousands of dollars. This makes the sport very expensive. Ice dancing is also diffivult on the body. If dancers do not skate carefully, they can get hurt. Many dancers get injuries from falling on the ice or reoeating the same motions too many times. It is not easy

Skateboarding has been around since 1944. Initially, created as a crate with wheels and a bar used as a handle bar, the idea was slowly being more refined. Woman’s Army Corps Betty Magnuson, reported seeing French children riding on wooden boards with rollerblade wheels attached to them which would imply that the idea has been played around with but never capitalized upon. From crate boxes with handle bars, to popsicle shaped boards with specialty made wheels backed with a massive culture, skateboarding has become a popular industry.

Skateboarding is the act of riding and performing tricks using a skateboard. A person who skateboards is most often referred to as a skateboarder, or colloquially within the skateboarding community, a skater. Skateboarding can be a recreational activity, a job, or a method of transportation. Skateboarding has been shaped and influenced by many skateboarders throughout the years. Skateboarding is relatively modern.

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The skateboard is a revolutionary invention because it affords the children to move around the city on their own an to do some difficult tricks with it, as well.

Surfers in California stared skateboarding in the 1950’s when surfers didn't have the waves they wanted. So they decided to surf on concrete. They took roller skates and slapped them on to a 2x4.the surfers rode on side walks and all over the place. People were amazed to see local surfers on these new things.

He was getting closer to the goal than I was comfortable with, so I stepped in front of him and cut him off. When I did this, he made a 180 degree turn up the field and so did I. I tried to at least. There was a gaping hole in the field, one much too big than there should have been. I planted my right foot to make the cut and it all went downhill from there. My ankle twisted and I heard all sorts of disgusting noises. It snapped, it cracked and it popped. As soon as my back hit the pitch I tried to get back up, but I couldn’t. At this point, I knew that my senior soccer season was over and my last chance at beating those people who were so mean to me had slipped right through my

I was excited for a new beginning in my career, maybe to prepare me for high school in the upcoming years. The idea of beating boys in soccer got me excited, my blood pumping harder through my veins and put an extra spring in my step. It was the first practice of our middle school season, where my life would be turned upside down. I ran down the field as normal, going for another shot on goal, but out of nowhere one of boys came from behind and completely took out my knee, causing me to collapse in pain. Lying down on the field, my sanctuary, the place I saw as home was probably the most grueling time of my life. Injuries were common in my life, but this injury was unlike any other. I could not get up off the field and felt as if there was nothing left in my knee, and every time I tried to get up, I fell right back down. I never sat out a practice until that night and figured one day would be enough. One night was clearly not enough, I was never able to catch back up to my full speed, or be able to cut around the field, which resulted in moving positions from forward, to defense to cut back on the running. I thought this would a temporary position, but I played every game in

On February 8, 2016, throughout an extremely aggressive basketball game, my life drastically changed. After three strenuous quarters, my team was losing by five points and needed a miraculous win over our opponent. One of my teammates stole the ball from our rival and made a prolonged pass across the court during the last six minutes of the competition. As my feet left the ground in hopes of completing the play, a heartless player from the opposite team intentionally charged my body with an intense force causing me to land on my right knee in an absurd manner. Consequently, the healthy athlete that I was, became someone unable to walk or get herself up off the court.

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

It all started in seventh grade. I was in p.e. And we were playing Dodgeball. This was normal because that was what we usually played. That day was different, I went to throw a ball and managed to tear my kneecap off. When I threw it, I went to turn, but my foot stayed still and my knee popped nine times and I fell to the ground. I didn’t think anything of it because my knees will randomly pop. I got back up and walked away like nothing happened because I am used to my knee popping. But I only took about five steps before it started to hurt. I must not have noticed it because of the adrenaline that was in me from the game. Mr.Hookfin noticed and helped me to the nurse's office. I limped there because I couldn’t put any pressure on it without it wincing from the pain. It all happened before 10:00a.m. and my dad didn’t get there until noon because he was in school. He got me a doctors appointment for 3:00 p.m. because it was really swollen. When we got there they were not sure why it was so bad, so they gave me painkillers and I had to go for an M.R.I. scan the next day. Later we found out that I tore my kneecap off and had to get surgery to put it back in place. I went in for surgery two days after that. The surgery itself only took a few hours, but rehab to get it to work normally again was torture. Everyday for two hours I had to go in and work on my leg. It started of simple, but once I started to get

Stepping on to the scratched up ice, however still gleaming in all the light. I remember shaking of fright and of the cold atmosphere surrounding me. Not knowing what was coming next. Will I fall?, Miss a step? Forget my program? Soon enough my music would start and I would be off. Thinking about my program, hoping I wouldn't mess anything up. It was all a big blur, nothing was clear to me. The audience was filled with parents and skaters from all parts of the COS (Central Ontario Section). The judges seemed to be staring me down, trying not to look at their mean, cold eyes, I stepped on the ice. Everyone staring at me, it made me very uncomfortable, and I felt pretty awkward being there. I tried not to show my fear, however I don't think I did that very well. There was this little girl at her first skating competition, and the first one to go, how will she do?