In the 80's things got a bit hairier, with motorized equipment. A CanAM 250 Qualifier got me my longest jumps. Which you would think by a lot, but I had one epic bicycle jump into a lake that finally got eclipsed by that motorcycle. Also, I was injured on the lake jump going over the handle bars as the water grabbed the bike like a baseball in a catchers mitt. It was in an area that could remain hidden by clothing and was able to keep the infection out of it so I kept my arm. Anywho, back to the motorbike, going along the hiway in the ditch was fairly normal at fourteen years old and I came up to a culvert for a big triple wide entrance/exit for a big supper club. Was in second twisted the throttle and hit third and by the time I twisted agian, pop and up I went, legs in the air, looking at the seat that I was just sitting on prior. Knowing it couldn't end well, I accepted my fate and somehow by some good graces, that bike stuck the landing front tire first immediatly followed by the second which plopped me right back down in the seat and my feet hit both pegs just like I had started out with. I said a little prayer and kept going, vowing to only do planned stuff that was thought through somewhat at least as that bike had way more power than I had realized, especially with me being just a kid, I couldn't even touch the ground while on the bike, I had to either hop off or lean it up against something to stop and push started it normally to go. On gravel it would pull the front wheel up and spin the rear through all five on road gravel. As far as the jump, I would have cleared a car in the middle no problem and went 50-60 feet or so.
