“Do they come in adult sizes? Where’d you get your Heelys?” I asked Camheely.
“Online,” she said, rolling ahead of me, showing her chops. ‘S’ curves, 180s, and leaning stylishly with the weight on her back leg, Camheely was smiling gleefully. I’m pretty sure anyone would have been entertained watching a man in his thirties become so enthusiastically fascinated by the rolling shoes sported by grade school and middle school aged kids.
Camheely had just turned 12 years old. I was out with her family, but I spent half the time peppering her with questions about her shoes.
“What’s it like to walk in them?”
“Can you heely in the street? On the sidewalk?”
“How’d you do that!?”
“You are rollin’ like a boss!”
Camheely grinned widely and imitated my inflection, as she roll-strutted along the smooth floor of the mall,
“Like a boss!”
They looked fun. She was certainly having fun. I indicated some interest in getting a pair myself, and she informed me that they came in adult sizes. She knew from having browsed their online store while saving up her babysitting money.
“Was it worth it?” I asked.
She nodded emphatically and answered without hesitation, “Yeah.”
“I’m gettin’ ’em,” I said.
“Yeah,” she replied, egging me on, “yeeeeeah.” She was nodding her head in a slow and exaggerated way, grinning again.
So I got a pair in black, size eleven (they seem to run a bit tight of standard sizes). They look like skate shoes, and the construction was better than I expected. They had similar wheels to skateboards and used a full metal axle. They were surprisingly smooth.
When I got the hang of it, I wanted to walk/heely EVERYWHERE. I don’t think I put on a pair of regular shoes for the last several weeks. It sometimes gets more attention than I want. I kind of feel like this guy every time round the corner and I see someone my age.
This guy rolls like a boss too and through the airport no less.
Camheely is going to visit San Francisco soon, and she’s bringing her Heelys, so I’d better go and practice some more.