To perform an illegal and dangerous act of taxiing vehicles, past-time/sport/activity originating from the city of Chicago.
It is performed by being hidden from sight at a stop sign and as a vehicle starts to take off, while ducking down below the back window, one runs up behind the vehicle and takes hold of it's rear bumper, squats down and skiis to or near their
destination, where they release the bumper and walk or grab the next taxi. You wait until the vehicle starts to take off so that the vehicle can gain momentum and not be
weighed down at the start.
A master skeetcher is one who has never been spotted or noticed by
the driver or passengers until parting from the vehicle. They can take hold of the bumper without sound or movement on the vehicle and never fall off or get hung up on a bumper. They are light, but firm on their feet and can own the same pair of shoes for years, without wearing the soles down. They also have saved
one or many of their friends from injury caused by losing grip of a bumper and can switch places without fear of losing grip him/herself.
Plenty of kids were injured over the years by assholes who
intentionally fishtailed toward poles and signs while kids were skeetching their rear bumpers.
It was a fun thing for us to do through the 70s and 80s and I feel
for the kids who can't play like we did, due to the rising population of sadistic individuals, who hide behind the mask that they're something tough, because they're angry they weren't
sexually abused a by family members while growing up.