Regrets I Have A Few
I live with the train of thought that it is better to regret something you have done than regret something you didn't do.

Way back in the hazy days of 2001 X-games were the thing round my neck of the woods Bmx's, skateboards, rollerblades were all considered good ideas and ways of passing time.

Now I was quite good on the old rollerblades and got to a stage where jumping wasn't really a problem and even the odd grind was do-able but it turns out the next level was a hell of a further away than I thought.

The school was our favourite spot to skate it had benches to grind, low walls to jump and a rather large set of steps that nobody had ever braved. (guess where this is going)

One day I was spouting about how I was bored of the same old spots and needed a new challenge something bigger and better.

"Why not jump the steps then?" Someone offered

Full of bravdo I excepted this dare/challenge and hurtled myself towards them, took flight and even managed a cheeky heel grab midflight.

I clearded the set it was the landing that was the problem I landed rather heavy and while my body was pointing one way my left leg wasn't it was a bent the wrong way and rather floppy.

All I really remember was being curled up in a ball screaming and spewing at the same time.

Pity it was in the days before youtube really I would have been a hit.
(Barry Chuckle has gone out in the thong to feed the pigeons, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 8:57, 2 replies)

Reminds me of the time
my classmate jumped off the end of a pier into the river on his brand new bike, for a dare.

He survived. His bike is still in the mud at the bottom of the river though, 25 years on.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 9:09, closed)

The ol' bike-off-the-pier trick...
There was a kid on Chincoteague Island who tried that. Got his Darwin Award for it too.

(3 June 1999)

The setting is the Atlantic Ocean bordering Virginia. Chincoteague is a seaside town in Virginia, and Nathan and his family were vacationing there. One day he decided to copy the local boys, and ride his bicycle into the water. Apparently under the impression that his bike floated, he tied his wrist to the handlebar to make sure it wasn’t stolen by the surging waves. And then he rode along the Chincoteague Pier directly into the ocean. His bicycle didn’t float. Police and bystanders eventually recovered his body from 15 feet of water. He was airlifted to a Maryland hospital, where he was pronounced dead on arrival.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 2 Nov 2007, 18:31, closed)