Consider, if you will, an abandoned parking lot—let’s say it’s at a long-closed Mexican restaurant. From a distance the ledges, gaps, and oddly shaped transitional features seem like paradise, and with not a soul in sight this is a no-bust guarantee. Upon closer inspection, your heart breaks a little because there’s no way you can roll around on the rough, crunchy pavement on your 101A OJs.
But you zip open your Bumbag to reveal a squishy set of reinforced-core 78A Mini Super Juice. You congratulate yourself on always being prepared and switch out your wheels for a blessedly undisturbed sesh.
It could happen to you, too.