Well...
One of my friends (I say friend, he was more a sub-chav neanderthal who happened to tag along with my group) was once dared to jump a pretty small ramp, at a local biking location called the sandpits...so called because it was made out of sand.

Anyway, Captain Caveman spends an age at the top of the hill 'preparing' for his spectacular feat, before gracefully beginning his descent, gliding towards the ramp and...away from it. He "wasn't ready" apparently.

So, after much taunting, back up the hill goes he, ready at the top, and down he comes...up the ramp he flies!

Except the daft bastard forgot to pull up his front wheel, which fairly rapidly descended into the dip behind the ramp, hitting the front of the landing ramp, flinging him face first along the ground for 20 feet or so. This was made even more spectacular by the fact his bike continued teetering on its front wheel, moving slowly towards him, before falling and smacking him in the head, just to rub it in.

We all start running towards him, fearing the worst, and just as we get there, about 30 seconds later, he jumped up, and with the typical bravado of his species cries "I'm alright!" and staggered around trying to retain a sense of masculinity in front of the girls of the group.

This unfortunately failed, as his next act was to collapse once again, and just to finish it all off, soil himself.

I'd have thought there would have been some brain damage, but to be honest, with this guy you couldn't tell.
( Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Thu 1 Nov 2007, 12:17, Reply)