The Grenade23 is the smallest board in the current Flexdex spread, however this young blood rides like a board twice its size. With a massive wheel base of 17.5" to its 23" frame, the Grenade23 is extremely stable and able to carry 40 times its own body weight. Duked out with 8" High Response Unit Trucks, 1/2" Vibra Soft risers, 61mm x 78a Urethane Center-Core-cast Flexdex wheels with a stone-grind finished contact patch and ABEC5 racing bearings, the Grenade23 like a hummingbird on steroids.

I was playing with the idea of a combination GROM and CAMPUS board last year. Students need a board that rides well, but fits in their locker or under the lecture hall chair. Groms need a flexdex that's their size. Both need a price that fits the budget without settling for crappy hardware and wheels. Behold - the Grenade! Only 23" long, but it rides like the old Classic 29. It's fast and fun. I keep one at the warehouse door to skate back to production and check on the worker bees...

Its called the Grenade 23 because its always ready to explode. Explode it does: the mini board stance places the skater's feet over the trucks, generating a high level of grip in all situations. With this over-truck stance, the Grenade's highly flexible design becomes more than capable of carrying larger riders.

The board holds the concrete with surgical precision, allowing highly accurate pumping and on-a-dime carving. The explosive nature of this propulsion is felt as the skateboard accelerates with every gyration.

The deck itself allows for enough room for a drop knee and compressed stance, yet keeps a chokehold on the street below -- drifting only when truly desired by rider. Slashing out on banks or laying scalpel clean laybacks, the little Grenade remains underfoot.

The unassuming size of the deck makes it a premiere choice for busy day sidewalk surfing and cutting lines in tight alleys and park paths. The Grenade 23 is the epitome of an all-around campus and errand cruiser. An easy-to-stash deck, that travels with you and needs little more than a locker or a backpack to lie in wait, whispering nothing more than its genuine desire to return underfoot and explode, yet again, in the urban tundra.