You and me both, Dubs. That is, until I turned one half of a pair of strap-on, steel-wheeled roller skates into a skateboard by nailing them into a roughly skateboard shaped (in my eyes, anyway) piece of plywood, then bending the nails over and clinching them down. State of the art. Then got the idea to get a friend to tow me on his bike, so I rigged up some clothesline and a 1" dowel I nicked from my dad's "shop" and got towed maybe a couple hundred yards before the inevitable - I mean, how fast can you go on a jerry-rigged, steel-wheeled, homemade contraption - and I hit the pavement as I speed-wobbled out of control at maybe 15 mph. Tore the knees out of a fairly new pair of jeans, and my mom was so pissed off that she made me wear them for the rest of the year, IIRC. Didn't really care that I was bleeding a little, just pissed that I ruined some new jeans. Wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last where I heard those words: "What on earth were you thinking?" I was probably thinking about the fun part without doing all the engineering and testing; who the hell knows what their thinking process is when they're 10! Though I think it's sad that my own kids (as well as millions of others) won't ever experience that sort of freedom to experiment and learn about life and what works and what doesn't.