The difference between 12 and 27

I was out on a mountain bike ride yesterday, and there is this dirt course that some kids have set up behind the house. Huge jumps, banked corners, steep embankments, and pitfalls. I'm pretty amazed by the whole mountain biking/dirt jumping/BMX phenomenom, and I am impressed with what these kids have done.


The problem is that I'm 27 and I've realized that I don't know if I'll get the courage/stupidity to take my new bike off one of those huge ramps. I remember being 12 years old and jumping bikes off of anything I saw. I would make jumps and hit them full speed with no warm-up or practice. Something has changed in the last 15 years (duh), but I think I still might give it a go...

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