Andrew B once drove us and his mom's Infiniti at 55 MPH over this launch ramp/road in Bernardsville, NJ. It took us 3 trials to get the balls to do so...but when we did, we were like...and then were like...and then we noticed the foot long crack running up and down the center of the windshield. Afterwards, I think we told his mom that a very, very large rock hit it on our way to the mall. It could have turned out different, but for a moment I felt like this kid.


  

I grew up on a culdesac (Stark Circle) in Yardley, PA. Just about every kid on the block had a big wheel. We use to build ramps, put rocks in the tires (after the handbrake had worn them down), and when the time came, we'd put them out of their misery w/ round or two of demolition derby. Then we'd beg our parents to buy us news ones so we could start the whole process all over again...

See also, Meeker Road.


  

See also, Gibsons!!!.


  

  

via The Invisible Hair Suit


  

  

  

  

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