"Bust Your Buns", and a Plea For Memory Help:

I think this song was the impetus for many of us to try "sidewalk surfing".
We removed the steel wheels from a set of "clamp on your shoes" roller skates and attached them to a 1X6 board we had cut to about a twenty-four inch length.
Steel wheels on paved surfaces... little traction meant for a lot of slippin' and slidin' around.

Just North of "Walker's Department Store" there was this hill.
A couple of us dared one another to negotiate it.
At the time, it SEEMED frighteningly steep.
No helmets. No knee pads. No elbow pads. Nevertheless, we careened down this sucker on our boards.

The last time I was at a "Cruise Night" at "The Suds", I made sure to go by and have a look at this hill...
It IS steep, and we were CRAZY to go down it on those homebuilt hazards.
They now have several pipes embedded at the top to prohibit auto traffic from going down, but courageous, (or insane!) skateboarders could (and I bet still do) brave this incline. Of course, their boards are longer, have neoprene wheels, and are MUCH more controllable than our stupid contraptions.

It's been on my mind a lot lately, driving me crazy...
The guy I did virtually all my sidewalk surfing with was killed in the motorcycle accident on Hwy 135 in late summer of '64 that also killed Jimmy Mc.
Rick... (N?)

Help me.