by Shakin' Booty Syndrome
When my girls first started derby with the Rollerpunks, RMRG was in a warehouse with no temperature control, no bathrooms, no running water. If you had to go to the bathroom, you had to navigate down cement stairs to the tilted port-a-potties.
In shoes, it wasn't so bad. In skates, it just wasn't good. You had to brace yourself as you pulled up your shorts so you didn't roll out the door, flashing more than your ruffled panties to unsuspecting souls outside.
Then there was the smell.
Dear god...the smell.