This is my greatest tale of glory, it might not be what you think of glorious, but for me it may have been my finest hour yet.
So I was skating around with my usual crew, and we noticed a lot of Pall Mall cigarette packs at OUR park. We smoke Lucky Strikes, our rival crew smokes Pall Malls so we knew what was up. We waited for them to come back to our spot. So a couple nights later we came to the park with our beers, our weed and our girls, and the rival crew, the Alta Boys, named for the street they are centered on, come through with all their girls too. So we challenged them to a game of S.K.A.T.E., which is basically you attempting to do the same trick as your opponent then making it better, for example if the opponent does a kickflip off of a bench, I have to do a kickflip into a manual to beat him. Everytime you fuck up you get an extra letter until you spell skate and you lose.
So we started playing, and we eventually got to the point where we were both at SKAT, and it was my turn to go. The rival did a sick nose manual down this flat snake bench sculpture thing, and did a nollie over the head of the snake. I thought we were screwed. So I get up, all the girls were cheering me on, even some of the Alta girls which really pissed them off haha. I'm thinking about what to do to top him, so I did a tic tac manual (thats what we call it when you manual while going left-right-left-right) down half the snake, switched it to a nose manual then grinded a bit on the head of the snake and even though the landing was kinda sketched the vote from the girls was unanimous, we definitely won! We bet on this game and we won a little bit of cash, one of their girls stayed with us instead and they were never seen at that particular park again.
It was glorious, then we all went down to the Vegas Strip and partied the rest of the night.
I know its kind of a long story but when you asked if I have any tales of glory that popped straight into my head.