A friend of our's got back from Morocco the other day and told us about sandboarding. He was like, "Yo. Sandboarding is crazy. It's like, the best thing I've ever done, and I've driven a DeLorean." Intrigued, we went to this little, low-fi video-sharing site called YouTube and checked out a few clips. It looked fun. We wanted to try it. But, where? It might as well have been mystery-awesome-candyboarding, with the number of sand dunes close by. Frustrated, yet slightly intrigued by the idea of a hill made of candy, we went for a walk. A few blocks and half a chicken shwarma later, we were still kinda depressed. FindSportsNow, the Dwyane Wade of online recreational sports databases, unable to partake in a new and exciting sport. It was pathetic. Ready to pack things up and go back to working at the Apple Store, we saw the sweetest image a sandboarding-obsessed website could see. Sitting in the abandoned lot between the CVS and the Jamba Juice was a massive pile of dirt, just waiting to be ridden.


Unable to contain our excitement, we ran into the lot and hugged the mound. In a perfect world, our first sandboarding experience would have occurred on a pristine dune somewhere in the Sahara, and not on a pile of dirt filled with nails and Jamba Juice cups, but sometimes you take what you can get. After several minutes of searching for a proper board (we settled on the three open pizza boxes, bound together with duct tape), we were ready to go. We climbed to the top of our dirt mountain and looked down. Passersby seemed so small from atop our lofty perch (Note: passersby did not seem small). After a moment of quiet reflection and haiku writing, we climbed aboard our pizza-board and plunged.

We still can't remember the ride, but the details in the police report make it sound pretty awesome.

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