Sweet jumps were awesomer. 

You were a cloud kicking son of a bitch who caught more air than Jordan and soared majestically with eagles. Every bump, curb, and ditch was a launch ramp which you perilously hucked your body off to catch a few moments of hang time. It was go big or go home bleeding and you were a god among boys who lived by the motto of “You’re only as big as your last jump.”

Now you slow down for speed bumps instead of ripping hell across them in hopes of catching some sky. You avoid ramps because you fear the crash. You keep your feet firmly planted on this earth because you’ve lost your balls. 

Screw that noise. Let’s go jump some shit again! Let’s haul ass down the block and sky rocket ourselves into being awesomer again. Let’s jump our bikes, our cars and anything else we can get air under.