I don't care if you and your brand-name helmet cam wind up an unrecognizable jumble of debris at the side of Sunset Highway below Washington Park. That's your business. But should some shard of truck tire on the shoulder pitch you beneath the wheels of a family trying to get home from the Hops game, that's on them. Forever.
Needless to say, no one gives two fucks about your longboarding skills or the inevitable Web video documenting them. None of the people hitting their brakes and nervously watching you instead of the road saw a couple of bad asses living life to the fullest. All we saw were two narcissistic jerks.
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