i could never skate board either. but i used to do some cool crap on a bike. we would do the pools and half pipes and also try to jump over the telephone poles and from one side of the street to the other.
crashing on those types of jumps always tore you up though. i know that is why my wrists only bend to a 45 degree angle instead of a 90. the doctor thought i was faking and tried to pull my hand to a 90 degree angle but it didn't work
Once upon a time...
My brother and I found a little ramp - say 12" high, so we started jumping his banana bike over it, taking turns trying to set distance record.
But you can't really get going too fast on banana bike. But, from water skiing, we knew if when you cut across, you got good speed.
So, we found about 20' of poly rope, tied it to seat post of my 3 spd, and put a slip knot on handle bars of his bike.
Then we do test run at moderate speed - I ride down center of street, he cuts across, pulls the cord to undo the knot, hits the ramp and we trash the old record for distance. Time to get serious.
I'm going as fast as I can towing him, he cuts across. But the tension of the nylon rope has tightened it so tight that he can't undo it. He goes up the ramp, flying through air, but his bike is still attached to mine, so he only goes 20' then rope goes tight to my bike. He is swapped front for back and goes off his bike. Couple stumbling steps on road and he falls down into ditch. Rope has wound tight against my leg (nasty rope burn) before the force dumps me down onto the gravel road.
We get up, I'm bleeding shoulder from where gravel ground through my shirt, brother's bleeding from knees where he slid in ditch. Insert some cursing from big brother to little about not undoing rope before ramp. I have to stand on his handle bar to undo the connecting rope.
Pedal home to mom. She takes look at all the gravel in the road rash and decides we need to go to hospital.
At hospital, the nurse does the tsk, tsk and tells us the gravel needs to be removed or we will have permanent scars. She then hands me brass wire brush to remove it and steps out. I'm thinking she didn't want to see me cry, and I start rubbing out the rocks and let me tell you there is cascade of gravel as patch of road rash is bigger than my spread out hand and it was packed full. I'm watching in the mirror on wall to see that I am getting it all. A couple moments later, nurse comes back with the spray freezing. She looks at me, sets the can down, says, "It's almost done, no point in wasting freezing" and, takes the brush from me to finish removing the last fine sand from edges. I bite down on my lip, not a sound escapes (couple tears do roll down my cheeks, but I quickly cuff them away).
My brother is like I ain't that tough, and declines wire brushing. He still has pebbles embedded in his knee and associated scars, you can't tell anything ever happened to me. (No one told me chicks dig scars) She leaves room and you hear her tell doctor - those are some tough little boys, they'll be fine. Doc comes in, looks at it, says all nice and clean, you can leave now.
We stopped jumping bikes at that point. Skateboards didn't work well in gravel anyways, so I never got into it.
Friend fell on his skateboard at about same time - little road rash but busted clavicle.
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