So there I was; in position on my motorcycle at the edge of Dead Person’s Cliff.
I had jumped motorcycles over many things before.
Jumped over cars. Jumped over buses. Jumped over lions. Jumped over buses with lions on top of them.
This was certainly the biggest motorcycle jump I’ve ever attempted though.
As I sped towards the ramp to jump off of Dead Person’s Cliff, that one single thought that had driven me into the world of motorcycle jumping in the first place kept racing through my brain.
“I bet she won’t think I’m boring now.”
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