Descendents "milo goes to college"

In 1989 I bought #descendents "milo goes to college" because a friend of mine told me it had the drummer from Black Flag.  I remember being bummed that this album wasn't as ferocious as "damaged" but I listened to this alot at the pizzeria I worked at. It's catchy proto - pop punk won over the cute blonde at work so it won me over too.  On one occasion I was skateboarding through Como Park on my way to meet my friends.  I was listening to this on my Walkman cassette player when a Camaro swerved towards me on the park road. I naturally yelled obscenities at them and flipped them the bird. The car screeched to a halt and did a burn out u-turn back towards me.  I kicked my skateboard into my hand and stepped onto the grass next to the road.  The car loudly screeched to a stop just a few feet from me and I remember the smell of but rubber from all of their muscle car heroics.  I saw there were two dudes in the car as it stopped and as the passenger door opened towards me in a fit of blind anger and self-defence I rushed the car and swung my skateboard at my would-be assailant.  It struck him broad side in his melon and he crumpled back into the car seat and the Camaro peeled off.  I stood there basking in pride of staving off bullies when a family at a nearby picnic table yelled after me that I was an "animal".  That still stings to this day. The errant assessment that labeled me an "animal" .  I skated my ass off to my friend's house fearing the return of the bitchin' Camaro (I swear I'm not making this shit up) with reinforcements.  My buddie's were frenzied up at my tale of skateboard swordplay and we all skated en masse to the park looking for a fight.  The car never came back.  The passenger of the car was later identified due to the large grip tape brush burn on his forehead and it was a summer of conflict between our two groups culminating in another fist fight at a C.Y.O. dance (which I lost).  You'd think this linked memory would make this disc something that would agitate me, but my clearest memory of the event was the smell of cut grass in the park and the rumble of its rough pavement under my skateboard wheels.  It makes this a summer standard for me.