Well, in January 2000, since it was nice day out and I had just gotten out of school I decided to go biking with my friend. There is this "backroad" that my friends take. And at the end of the road there is another road that intersects with it on the right hand side and then both connect to another road. The first intersection there is a jump. Not a little jump, but a small jump with a FAT lip. So we decided to stop and hit it. After a while and sum warming up I decided to hit the jump at my fastest speed. So I go back about 100 yards and pedal as fast as I could. I get going about 20 miles an hour and hit it. My friend trailing behind me doesnt believe what I just did. In mid-air, about 5 feet above the road, I freak out. My feet slip off of my pedals and I hang on for dear life. As I do this my bike started to rotate. At the end of my miraculous jump I cleared the double-lane road, ended up missing a pile of horse shit, and crashed into the hill side. My friend still does not believe I was that crazy, especially when I was 10.
