On my way home today, I drove past a group of hoodlums riding their scooters around the neighborhood. I laughed and remembered being that age and thinking how cool I was. I had a homemade tank top riding my Huffy bike.

I asked to take their picture and this kid knew exactly what to do. I didn’t have to direct him at all. His hood went up and his bad boy expression locked in. After I got my winning picture, I asked to see some of their sweet tricks. They each tried to do a “tailwhip” with meager results. “Man, I wish our other friend was here, he can do awesome tailwhips.” one of them said. I ensured them I was already impressed with what I had seen, and left them to keep practicing.