Grew up there.
We had fun in the Santa Anna winds.
Our street was hill.
We nailed skates to an underside of a sheet of plywood.
Then we’d collect tumbleweeds and tie them together into a giant bundle.
Then we’d connect a long rope from that bundle to our “street-sail-boat”, so it could act like a sail.
When the Santa Anna wind was blowing hard, a bunch of us would go “sailing” down our street.
Of course, our house lost the covering on the roof a number of years, but as kids you don’t think of “little” things like that.
The tumble weeds lost out to housing developments, and we outgrew the “street sailing”.
I was terrified of tumbleweeds when I was little. They would follow me down the hills and repeatedly slam into me with all their little sharp prickles. Now I find them a marvelously inspired way to spread their seed!
“...Our street was hill.
We nailed skates to an underside of a sheet of plywood. ...”
No wood to nail ‘em to for us...
Mats were put on two roller skates, each person sat on a skate, and linked arms and legs with the other person...
Rolled downhill, and at the curve, yelled “lean!”, and we got there ... somehow in one piece.