For me nothing compares to the rush of life I get when I'm fanging through the bush, leaning from side to side, narrowly missing the trees, then poof a silent peice of slo mo as I get launched into the air of a fast jump, then pow back on it again vroom vroom vroom wiiiish, then whow slow down steep technical decent, bloods pumping leaning back locking up the front eeeek whow saved it, sweet then I let the brakes off for the rocky bit in the middle, wow I'm flying now holding on with all my might my stomach bottoms out at the bottom then up the other side I go, of the lip of another high speed jump, no need to show of just grab some nice floating air time yyyeeeeeeaaahhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa. Give up if you can bro. The trails will be less worn for me. Maybee with ya spare time you might poach my girlfriend off me like all the other no lifers try but hey when I'm in that zone you can take what you like and I won't care. God damn I got a rush from just writting that. Check ya I'm goin for a thrash on my best mate.
