In 1987, I was 13. They guy who gave my first lesson rode a Gnu. He was doing 540's off little kickers way back when. I worked a summer job and saved up for a year and half to get a Gnu, becuase I wanted to ride like he did. A week after I finally got it, I went on a ski trip with my church youth group to Sunday River. It was stolen 2 hours after we got there. People at church pitched in bought me a new board 2 weeks later. Since then, my board never goes leaves my sight unless is is locked up. I havn't had one stolen since.
"Nancy Ninja Nabs Nefarious Nymph. Pays Price Per Pissed Pants!" -Flick
"Up, up, my people, let smoke and flame be our sign!"
-The White Rose Society