The kids have found some scrap lumber under the deck and constructed a ramp to jump their bikes off of. For the first part of the day they mostly built and talked up the tricks they were going to pull (e.g., lazy boys, donkey kickes, superman airs, etc.). The next part was spent rationalizing why they were pulling up short of the ramp (e.g., chain problems, stones in the way, other kids being too noisy, etc.). Eventually they did get around to making the jumps (though the tricks seemed to be forgotten). There were a few injuries, but everybody seems okay and eager to get back out to jumping...tomorrow.

I still remember jumping ramps on my bike as a kid. Though it wasn't the highest or furthest jump of my career, the one I will be most remembered for is when I 'borrowed' my mom's fold-up travel bike. Mid way through the jump I realized that I hadn't tightened the front wheel on very well. I say "Realized" meaning that I saw it come free from the front forks and go in an entirely different direction than the rest of the bike and I decided to travel in. When those front forks dug in the rest of the bike did what it was designed to do and it folded up into a tiny little space (with me in it). I walked the bike home and put it back up on the garage wall, but my mom noticed that it folded in a few new ways and I was busted (that and everybody on the reserve had heard about my jump). Anyhoo good memories - but I don't think I am going to show the boys any of their dad's jumping prowess!!

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