Seriously though…
If it was me, lead, Rich, Ham and Antdog on the gate, busting each others chops, “ah you ain’t got the chumb freakin wumbas man”, “ah Ant if you jumped as far as your mouth could talk you’d clear the grand canyon”,” middaugh…you’re a freestyler? more like a no-styler”, it’d be one thing…
But, when a new 10 year old kid rolls up to the track and says Dad I don’t want to, it looks too scary, when he would probably have given it a shot if things weren’t so big.
Well, then isn’t it a little sad, ’cause weren’t we all that little 10 year old grommet at one point…
Do we really have it in our hearts to tell a new potential lifelong BMX bud, sorry little man, go big or go home.