Ollies, fakies, and grinds: It's a sick thing, man.  Attempt No.
28: Again he misses the landing, and shares a quick analysis
with Nesser: "Just a little more under me, and I've got it."
Attempt No. 31: He misses the kickflip, his hands catching him
as he falls forward on to the street.  Attempt No. 33: He misses
the kickflip.  Attempt No. 34: He lands it, garnering an excited
yelp from Nesser. As Peterson coasts back up the street, his
hands stretch high above his head. His face tilts skyward,
dominated by a smile ignited by joy and relief.  "All that work
for five seconds," he says with a smirk. Were it not for his
disarming self-awareness, it might be easy to dismiss Peterson
as just another subsidized slacker who ought to stow his board
and grow up already. But his excitement is infectious, charming
onlookers with his unabashed delight in an art form that goes
beyond sport or physical prowess.  The battery in the camera is
dead, so the pair can't immediately review the shot. "I got it,
dude," Nesser prom