But Daphne and Marcie were prone to it, and seemed to be getting along rather well as Daphne drove her car to... Where ever they were going?
At first Velma thought they were going to be hitting up the mall, where she and Daphne had gone earlier, but the Mall was in a different direction. So Velma just had to sit back and wait till they got there. It at least gave her time to collect her thoughts and figure how to continue teaching Marcie. Daphne might be useful, as if Marcie thought her protective gear looked cool, she would wear them more. But how to get her to have the patience to take it slow to learn, was the topic on Velma's mind.
Leaning against the window, Velma let the wind take away her thoughts as she relaxed. It wasn't worth stressing that much about, and she should just calm down and take it one thing at a time. She would worry once they got home and back into it.
It had been a while since she rode in Daphne's car, let alone in the back seat of the car. The inside of the car was done up in lavender, to match the darker purple that adorned the outside. Out of all of the gang, Daphne used her own car the most. Velma had a car, but it was staying at her parents house, since she didn't use it all that often. Better to have her parent's use it then waste it at the house. Then again, they rarely went anywhere without the rest of the gang and the Van for traveling. The Van was part of the family and had been there for them for years. (Sure it broke down at times, but usually it tended to lead them to some adventure or mystery.) It would be weird letting it sit at home if they took another car. That and after a few times it had come to life, it was better to not anger it by making it jealous. But, with the guys out riding, they didn't have the van to use and Daphne's car was the next best thing.
Looking over, it seemed that Marcie was chattering without breath to Daphne. Daphne was thankfully used to small kids and seemed to just let Marcie talk and answer when needed. Part of Velma was envious of Daphne, for being able to relate to Marcie so well, but part of it was just the skill for talking. Velma liked talking. But usually her vocabulary confused people her own age or even older, so talking to a younger people tended to be hard. She was trying not to over talk in technical speak with Marcie, that it might confuse the poor girl. Sure, it was fun to confuse her friends on occasion, but talking that way to someone who wouldn't understand, served no purpose except to probably cause frustration. And that was the last thing she wanted.
"You know, back when Velma was your age, she was an amazing Skateborder. She used to carry the whole gang when we were kids on her board. Guys and all! They didn't even really know how to ride! And she even had a motor attached to it." Finally focusing on the conversation, Velma's eyes went wide at the current topic. Not exactly what she wanted to share with the younger girl. She had been young and reckless. Attaching a motor was something that required enough technical skill and knowledge and it was still something that caused many a tumble and accident. Not something she wanted to recommend to Marcie.
"COOL!" Flinching as Marcie seemed to be captivated, she stepped in quickly.
"Yes, well it was rather neat. But it's not something you want to go and be doing on your own skateboard." Velma added in, hoping to not have already planted ideas in Marcie's mind. Learning to skateboard normally was tough enough, once you break over thirty miles per hour, then it becomes a whole new ball game. That and it usually required lots of band aids.
"Awwwww..." Marcie grumbled, but from what Velma had seen, she was probably not a mechanically inclined student anyway at her age. Velma knew she had been a weird child, and preferred to not encourage others in those odder directions. Some things were better left to the professionals.
"Yeah, well you should have seen her as she was attaching that thing on her board. Covered in oil and exhaust smoke. It was a fashion nightmare!" Daphne responded laughing, though shooting a look through the rear view mirror. Velma knew that look in her eyes. Daphne really didn't intend to be mean in what she was saying, but instead was trying to steer Marcie away from the idea. Smiling, Velma shook her head to answer Daphne. She wasn't offended. Better to add caution into the girls head any way they could, even at the extent of her own pride... What little she had at times.
"Yeah, I think I smelled like oil for a month. And most of my clothes were so stained that Daphne was in fits for a long time." Velma added. Nothing like deep rooted oil stains to put a cramp in the fashion conscious Daphne. And she had been even worse when she was younger. She had mellowed out in her old(er) age but kept up the appearance on occasion for kicks. And when ever it was useful. Thought it was always fun to poke fun at Daphne when she could get away with it. Daphne rolled her eyes in the rear view mirror, but the grin tugging at the sides of her mouth gave away that she wasn't serious.
"Ewwwwww... Maybe not. I don't want to smell funny. My brother would make fun of me more." Marcie dismissed the idea, finally to the relief to the other two women. She made a sour face at the idea, obviously picturing herself in Velma's younger days.
"So you want to learn to skateboard to show off to your brother?" Daphne asked, shooting a questioning eyebrow in Velma's direction. Velma nodded as Marcie responded to the question.
"Yeah. My big brother and his friends don't think I can learn. They say it's a boys thing! That no girl should do what it made for a boy. I don't believe that!" She grumbled, crossing her arms in defiance. Daphne nodded.
"There is not much in this world that can't be done by either girls, or boys. Sure, they can be better at things, but so can we. But nothing really is only for guys except a few things that is better for them to handle. Military issues aside, but that's not the issue here. Girls can learn to skateboard just as well as the guys, if not better. They have even said that women have better balance then men." Daphne added the last little tidbit in hopes of bringing up Marcie's spirits.
"Yeah, I still need to grow up a bit more before I think my balance catches up to me. I keep wobbling on the board." Marcie said with a huff. Why was it so hard? Why couldn't she just pick it up really easily? Then again, if it was easy, then anyone could do it and the boys wouldn't pick on her so much.
"Well, anything worth doing takes patience and practice." Velma commented from the back seat. She knew that all to well with the million and one things she had learned over the course of her life. And there were many things she still didn't know yet, but planned to learn in the future when she could. It was never to late to learn something.
"We're here!" Daphne interrupted and announced as they pulled into the small parking lot that sat next to the store they were apparently going too. It was a little looking building, with not much cluttering the outside to tell what was exactly inside. The only thing was a small sign that sat behind the window. 'Carlie's Skate Shop' read the little sign. Trying to steer the conversation back to positive things, Daphne cut in before Velma could continue. There was a time for life lessons, but doing to much at once for a young girl might be over doing it. That and it was now shopping time!
"Carlie's Skate Shop? I never knew this was here..." Velma looked over at the small shop. Had Daphne not pulled in, she would have missed the sign entirely.
"Yeah, I found out about this place from Ryan a while back. It's run by his aunt, who is also into Skateboarding. She doesn't do it professionally, but she runs the shop and can often be found at the skatepark that is a town over." Daphne added, nodding over towards Velma.
"Ryan? Like skateboard pro, Grind Games 2 Ryan?" Velma asked, trying to recall the kid. They had been invited to the games and as usual had stumbled into a mystery. The San Franpsycho, if she remembered correctly.
"Yeah, he said that he had an aunt living by us. Strange coincidence, eh? We do tend to attract such things, but better for us then! We know the owner well of the owner. Maybe she can set us up with some proper 'duds'." Daphne said with a grin, laying a hand upon the head of Marcie. The young girl grinned ear to ear at the idea of better colored gear.
"Yee haw..." Muttered Velma, shooting Daphne a crooked grin. Trailing after the red head, the brunette took up the back of their odd little train of people. With a jingle of the front door bell, they entered the shop.