We managed to get onto an unknown street, and it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, so we had no idea where we were. We traveled along the road for a long time, but we passed by a clearing to our right, and we saw the greatest set of dirt jumps that we had ever viewed.
Though it was getting late, a good biker never turns away from such an opportunity. So we checked the extremely high, almost vertical dirt mounds. All of them were practically impossible for us at our current shape and ability of biking. Except for one of the jumps that seemed absolutely possible, at the time. Ryan and I were really tired so we decided to get back home and just sleep for the day.
The very next day, we wanted to go biking earlier than most of the usual locals, so we left at 9 AM. We had to backtrack to get back to the amazing spectacle from the previous night, but our muscles were still sore from the day before. Ryan wanted to see if I could clear the only jump that was vaguely possible, in fact he dared me to try the jump. Obviously I could not turn down a dare, so I biked about 30 meters away to get some speed, I went off the jump at a minimum of 25 kmh.A moment in my life where I was proud of myself happened around the summer I graduated from high school in 2007. When I had finally graduated I could finally take a…
