Once upon a time in the sun-soaked, chili-loving state of New Mexico, there was a group of super cool kids who loved nothing more than to skateboard. They were the 'Rad Rollers,' a gang of thrill-seeking amigos who skated the mesquite-lined streets from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, turning the Land of Enchantment into one colossal concrete playground! The New Mexico landscape had never seen anything like this before. The Sandia Mountains watched in awe, the Rio Grande river took a break from its steady flow to gape, and even the fiery red Hatch chilies paused their sizzling to witness the spectacle. The kids were like mini tornadoes, spinning, twisting, and turning, seldom still, often airborne, their skateboards a blur of color beneath their feet. The leader of this daring crew was a taco-loving, sunburnt boy named Tumbleweed Ted. Ted was as wild as his name suggested. His hair was a messy tumble of brown curls that never seemed tamed, his freckles were as scattered as stars in the desert night, and his grin was as crooked as a lizard’s path. But oh, how that boy could skate! Ted and his crew would skate into the sunset, leaving a trail of laughter and dust, their shadows stretching out like tall tales on the tar. The Rad Rollers, with Tumbleweed Ted leading the pack, became legends in New Mexico, their stories told around campfires and under the vast, star-filled sky. Their spirit embodied the wild, boundless energy of youth, a reminder that with a board under your feet and the wind in your hair, the whole world is your playground.