One night, mid-90s, after the bar, I somehow ended up riding past this church on my Mountain Bike. "It's a giant quarter pipe!". I don't remember who I was with, but I convinced them to help me climb up. It has a good runway to get speed, so a few cranks up, a few drunken, sloppy moutain bike airs and that was it. The big question to me now is why I was so far from home, drunk in the middle of the night, on a mountain bike...
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Yeah, what's up with that? Everyone knows real drunks ride stolen beach cruisers. Isn't that right, John Paul?
unreal.
I go past this church all the time. Whenever I do, I'm always thinking how to get to the very top to drop in. Firetruck, grappling hook/rope, or helicopter is all I got. Anyone have one of these? That is awesome that you actually rode it, even if it was on a mountain bike.
Relax, you were drunk. I think you are confusing your 24" for a MTB. Can we get lotus up there to drop in? I think he can get a long rope over it and tow him up with the XR.
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