Morgan

My first day in Central Park on in-line skates was filled with excitement. The threat of permanent brain damage always gets me keyed up. I certainly got closer to New Yorkers. Real close. I skated face-first into garbage men, hotdog sellers, innocent children, joggers, bums, and even a cute woman playing a guitar. You’d be surprised how quickly hotdog sellers help stop you when you’ve grabbed hold of their weenie cart and started down a big hill (those umbrellas atop the carts also create a parachute effect if you’re going really fast).