LMAO, you need to build yourself a padded house!
I think Ive had something similar, although obviously not the the extent of your stuff. Like that's f#$king possible :lol:. Anyway, I was over in England on holiday and messing about with my cousin/mates.
So we thought it would be cool to build our own ramp and race with the bikes over it to do jumps. So we found some bricks and some wood paneling in my nan's garage and started building the thing in the street where my nan lives. Dead end street so there was hardly ever any cars using it. Nan lived on a hill of sorts so we did it so that the ramps would raise towards the lower part of the road increasing the possibility for a bigger jump. We were clever like that, well.....
So we built this ramp, was about 50cm's high, little under 2 foot I think, placed the the paneling down on the bricks and it was solid enough. So one of the others tried it and managed to do a good jump. However, with the weight of the bike and cyclist it had damaged the panel, unknown to the others and myself. So I went up for a jump, the panel proceded to snap in half with me and the bike smashing into the remnants of the ramp, bricks and some wood, sending me flying over the bike, again....landing on the street. As usual nothing injured or damaged bar a few scratches.
This thread is great, Im remembering all this nonsense I did as a kid
Actually I remember something happening to one of the local lads around our place years ago. Comic effect again.
So behind were I live there's a footie field/park, a cycle path running along the short side of the pitch followed by some more grass and a stream. So we were always playing on there when we had enough players and one of them was a yoegoslavian refugee, it was around that time. He was alright, bit annoying at times with too much tricks with little end result. We usually kicked it out of him when he did it, like most of us would with C.Ronaldo.
So we were playing on this pitch, the grass a bit wet from the rain earlier in the day and one of the lads took a shot, missed the goal, and ended up with the ball rolling over the cycle path and towards the stream. It had happend loads of time and we usually just brought a stick, piece of timber with us to get the ball back out. The bosnian lad forgot that and ran after the ball full pelt to stop it going in the water. He got close......
So from our view on the pitch we see the ball rolling closer and closer to the edge of the grass (which dipped at the end down to the water level) with the lad running after it. He got to within a meter / yard of the ball at which point we see the ball disappear down the edge, the lad trying to stop in time, slipping (in a vertical stance like on ice) and then also dissapearing down the edge arms flailing above him. This got followed by a big splash and offcourse us laughing our heads off. A few moments later we saw him climbing back up the edge, ball in hand, covered and soaked in "dubious" green water. He didnt appreciate the laughter, gave the ball back and sulked off home
sure hurts like hell.
