Skateboarding communally thru an ambiguous uncertainty, appears like a future prediction of mass transit.
The Z-Boys voyage from an aloof distance through real properties of ubiquity. Like roaming to Dogtown on a packed Tijuana Taxi chuck full of joy riders, the "Wild Ones" migrate aimlessly as a collective dilemma commuting to uncharted territories.
Two's company, but really, whose steering this amusing calamity?
"Get off or stay on, no fearful travelers, we got your backs!"