Stuntman

I have always held a deep respect for those few humans who completely break the boundaries of possibility and embrace their inner adrenalin fuelled being. I distinctly remember being that kid you see building a crooked, barely legal ramp on the side walk. The kind of kid that put a card in the spokes of a bicycle to make it sound like a it had a motor. When the time came to jump I would approach the ramp reaching speeds just above walking pace, achieving not even a rulers length off the ground after I had hit the ramp. To onlookers I must have looked like a complete spanner, but I felt like the greatest stuntman the world had ever seen.

I have always held a deep respect for those few humans who completely break the boundaries of possibility and embrace their inner adrenalin fuelled being. I distinctly remember being that kid you see building a crooked, barely legal ramp on the side walk. The kind of kid that put a card in the spokes of a bicycle to make it sound like a it had a motor. When the time came to jump I would approach the ramp reaching speeds just above walking pace, achieving not even a rulers length off the ground after I had hit the ramp. To onlookers I must have looked like a complete spanner, but I felt like the greatest stuntman the world had ever seen.

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