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By DAPHNE HUTCHINSON
Rappahannock New SUIT Writer
•Their parents called it sidewalk surfin’ when skateboarding mania first hit with a splash in the 1960s. On the East Coast, where waves were small, woodies few and boards scarce, teen-agers couldn’t achieve the virtuosity in water-based surfing reached by their counterparts in California, but on sidewalks they could match them, and they did, zooming down hills and jumping curbs with a vengeance. Parents held their collective breaths and prayed that this, too, would pass.
It didn’t. Two decades later, the kids who zipped around comers on plywood boards with clay wheels — model-Ts by modem standards — are themselves worrying about broken bones and stitches as their children practice what has outlasted fad and now eryoys sport status.
“It’s transportation,” says Jonathan Hylton, one of the new generation of skateboarders who scoots around the town of Washington on his four-wheeled board. “We’re doing it for fitness and we’re doing it for fan.”
“It gives us something to do,” adds Jason Hammond. “It’s what keeps us occupied in the summer. When we’re skateboarding, we’re not getting into trouble,” he says with an impish grin.
Most days this vacation, Jason and buddies Jonathan Hill and Chris
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