When I was 13, the family vacation brought us to a little town in Maine, where there was a country fair, that also had an auction for some reason. My winning bid was for $5 on a used skateboard. Time to go, we were parked at the bottom of a long hill. The pro that I was, it became obvious that I was gonna ride this thing all the way down. Half way down, with speeds getting real, the dreaded speed wobbles set it...I knew I was screwed.
My choice was guardrail, oncoming car, or bail and eat the pavement.
Keep in mind the fashion for 1984 was thin short shorts, and a muscle shirt, with my belly exposed.(I know, shut up)...
The road rash over most of my body took months to heal.