My first pair of skates were hand-me-downs. Wheeled metal grips that clamped to the sides of my sneakers. They were tightened with a skate key. They were difficult to skate in. I don't know if it was because I was in kindergarten when I had them or if they were just a bad design. I'm thinking the latter...
My second pair of skates were a variation on these sort of patriotic-looking things. There were two color motifs put out by this company, from what I recall. The white boot with red and blue accents and a blue boot with red and white accents. I had the blue boot skates for a time. I don't know what happened to them.
|At Valle Vista, Hayward, CA. 1981|
That's me in the above photo skating with a lolly-pop in my mouth. My buddy, Danny, is there in the foreground. I'm rolling on my third pair of skates. A white leather boot with bright orange wheels and a really fat stopper. I skated around on those bad boys for the my entire adolescence.
I just recently picked up these teal beauties at a local skate shop--
The suede boot still needs to be broken in a bit. My ankle bone is none too happy after a long session around the park.
The wheels are a bit wider then what I'm used to, so I switched them out for a narrower pair lifted from my old skates. So far, so good.