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Canadian National Coverage for the sport and being a parent of a speedy child!

At the beginning of this month, mid-race season, I had the pleasure of having one of my articles accepted for publication in a National Canadian newspaper.  I have received a lot of positive feedback on the article from both longboarders (down-hill skateboarders) and their parents too.  I thought that readers south of the boarder that may not see this article, may be interested too.

My Son's Need for speed.  Published in The Globe and Mail.

A fast summer

This summer is going by rather quickly, but for my son, who now is in full race season, it is going quicker yet.  He is riding so much more than during the winter season, and he seems to be pushing his skill level higher too.  I haven't seen him race since the Gold Rush Challenge.  The next race/ ride he goes to, he'll be with my sister--the rest of his family will be cheering him on from a distance.

Latest Race, but I slept in

"It's around 6:30 -6:45 and I left to go to the Wack Attack!  I'll call you in a bit and let you know what's up.

DAD: I took 5$ from you wallet for bus fare? I'm sorry if this inconveniences you at all and so you hat to go get more money.

There is COFFEE on the Stove! (I made it just for you guys!)

I love you! TAlk to you in a bit.

- Wolf"

Roadrash treatment home tested!

Yikes!  Here is the results if not following my newly learned road rash treatment.  It is my son's slow healing crusty knee.  I vowed to not let this happen again.  But, as he is fifteen, and not certain of my wisdom in these matters, I am not so sure that he will be thrilled with my intervention.  He prefers to take care of these things himself.  

"Riders on." Race day at Danger Bay

The weather gods shone down on the Attack of Danger Bay!  8:30 arrived with the pierce of a blow horn.  Though the forecast had called for rain, there was barely a trace of cloud and the sun was already hot.  Trial runs began and racers came down in varied groups, men, women and one child.  At fifteen, my son, Wolf was not t

Attack of Danger Bay (arrival)

A pink ribbon around my wrist marks me an insider, a camper, a racer, but I’m not.  I am the mother of a racer, a camper, an insider.  But, I am the one returning with food for the kids’ race weekend extravaganza.  After delivering groceries to my kids at the campground, I pull out of the mountain campsite nestled in a coastal forest and drive down the windy mountain highway back to my sister’s house where I will live in the comfort of a warm bed, hot water and a flat-screen TV, while my teenagers make due on old therm-a-rests, inside our twenty-year- old, and perfectly functiona


His scabby knees peaked through the gashes in his denim. “Lets talk about your knees, son.”
“Alright,” he said. He looked down, earnest, but down.
“You know the deal, bud—no knee pads, no riding.”
“I can explain.”
I waited for something that would explain the wounds still crispy with freshness.

What kind of a mother am I?

What kind of a sane parent would allow their child to break the speed limit on some extraordinarily precarious roads, on a skateboard? I'll say this right up front, this isn't by choice. He'd do it with or without my approval. Not that he is at all disrespectful, he's far from it. In fact he is quite a sweetie. He loves to race. I know I have said this before, but it is still true. So, as his doting parent I supply him with a firm set of rules.

A) no helmet= no skateboard. This is an easy one to enforce as the whole of our local longboarding community is in support of this one.

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