Fortunately for young males, their bones remain rubbery while their brains reach maturity.
He looked cool standing at the end, while he could.
I think their brains are rubber.
They are, were, sometimes still are. I don’t know how to answer the charge other than to say, such things sound like an awesome idea at the time. I did stuff just like that on bikes in the late 1970’s (aged 10-13) and as soon as I healed, I was back at it. My parents had absolutely no idea what I was up to as we were all “free rangers” back then. No broken bones either in the days before safety equipment for anything or large medical deductibles, but lots of twisted joints and some really uncomfortable road rash.
We did dumb things out of routine in those days.
That’s what makes childhood.
And back in those days, skateboards weren’t the size of a couch, many were made by Wham-o and only came in bright yellow, orange and lime green. lol
I used to jump junked cars with my friends on my old Motocross bicycle.
Remember these? http://oldroads.com/arch/pic1_860.html Built like a bloody tank.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time” is my perennial excuse — ’cause it’s true.
I miss those days, or that feeling of absolute confidence in knowing that every single idea you had was the best possible idea at that place and time in the universe. I guess if we stayed that way we’d all be locked up somewhere, for our own protection.
ah but progressives are “peter pan like” in that they still believe. that they are still the smartest people in the room and always will be.
I’ve done some things in my childhood that I wonder about now. I used to jump off of and dangle off of some things that might have injured me.
great launch .good form but the dismount seemed rushed
A poor landing.
sure he “walked it off” for a few decades but that landing will start to welcome him every morning in his middle age. A shoulder I busted in my 20 s is now a better weather indicator than most meteorologists
I have a knee like that.
Don’t do this at home.
He did a “Maxwell Smart” landing.
Somewhere there’s a government official trying to figure out how to tax testosterone and fearlessness.
First they came for the booze…..