The ramps where you kept adding a piece of firewood underneath to make it higher, and the landing zone was just the flat street beyond the ramp. Keep adding another firewood until nobody had the nuts to go off the jump.
Snapped the damn petal off landing one of those jumps and kissed my own heel in the landing. Broken collar bone and mom watched it happen "go lay down with an ice pack and if it still hurts tomorrow we can go to the doctor"😶 🤣🤣 Today my mom would've caught a child negligence charge🙄
Collapsed a front rim in half on and old Huffy and some how impaled my self with the handlebar... nice 3/4" plug of skin out of my stomach bled like a bitch and later scars to show the girls.... good times.
Fuck yeah! JMC Racing rider here. Raced BMX as a teen and rode though town all day, every day after school. Had friends of all colors. Riding bikes and making jumps. And if we were lucky, we could come up with $20 between us and go to the liquor store and hopefully find some dude to buy of a 12 pack and keep the change. Back then a 12 pack was like $6 for milwaukee's best or natty boh.
Bet you didn’t wear a bike helmet either. Did we die? Nope!
Oh hell yeah, we must have grown up in the same neighborhood
We all lived in that neighborhood 😀
I was one of those girls 😊
The ramps where you kept adding a piece of firewood underneath to make it higher, and the landing zone was just the flat street beyond the ramp. Keep adding another firewood until nobody had the nuts to go off the jump.
Snapped the damn petal off landing one of those jumps and kissed my own heel in the landing. Broken collar bone and mom watched it happen "go lay down with an ice pack and if it still hurts tomorrow we can go to the doctor"😶 🤣🤣 Today my mom would've caught a child negligence charge🙄
Collapsed a front rim in half on and old Huffy and some how impaled my self with the handlebar... nice 3/4" plug of skin out of my stomach bled like a bitch and later scars to show the girls.... good times.
Except for that pesky lisp he always had after that....
Fuck yeah! JMC Racing rider here. Raced BMX as a teen and rode though town all day, every day after school. Had friends of all colors. Riding bikes and making jumps. And if we were lucky, we could come up with $20 between us and go to the liquor store and hopefully find some dude to buy of a 12 pack and keep the change. Back then a 12 pack was like $6 for milwaukee's best or natty boh.
Used to be able to make small mistakes and learn from them. Now you're becoming a felon at 9 years old because the law is applied with no nuances.
Yes we did. This is the afterlife.
When you put on a helmet that meant you were about to do something really cool or stupid.