Above: The un-secret ramp.
Tried to keep the winter rust at bay yesterday with a mini ramp session. Second run I slammed and managed to fall on my wrist and twist my ankle. Sore all over today, yet I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. That's got to be a textbook definition for some sort of pathology.
This is what happens when you fill Oregon and Washington with scary-ass parks.
This is beyond awesome!
Saturday night.
Swaimer. Hell yeah!
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