With it being hot and sweaty and summer-y out a boy's thoughts turn naturally to skateboarding. The better angels of my nature have stopped me from purchasing a new skateboard in the last couple of years although I've been jonesing for a new deck nearly as bad as when I used to dog-ear
California Cheap Skates catalog pages and
TWS issues in my salad days. The only thing more absurd than a grown-ass man on a skateboard is a grown-ass man on a razor scooter. Doesn't mean I can't revel in the accoutrements of skating, which culturally left me behind around 1995, when I realized that although skateboarding was arguably cooler than baseball, they were both at their cores athletic activities, and athletic activities were not going to be where I made my mark.
Some shirts that would look great with a pair of redsand shorts.
Stussy
Slapshot
Uniform Choice--for those keeping the edge
Redsand Rusty (thanks KC)
And a few late entries from McNairy Brothers, Mark McNairy's old line (which I never saw in stores)
