All you people noting about young teenagers and preteens jumping ramps on their bicycles,
I am a bit miffed at your stepping on my toes about this athletic feat. (Pun intended)
Yes, at 13, we built a ramp
Yes, I was the first to volunteer to try it
Yes, I made a beautiful jump
NO, I did not land it.
As that was sometime in 1961/62 it is obvious, I survived. What is really important, my nice Schwinn Racer also survived.
Basically landed face first probably because when I rode over the jump, I did not keep my weight to the rear so I went out the front. NO, I never tried it again. Sadly, in 2013, on one of the last rides I ever made on my mountain bike, found me going over the front, landing face first and doing some serious damage to my dental work, face and feelings.
Let me say this, one cannot believe how much one can come to hate a diet of ice cream, pudding and mashed potatoes after a week. But, I had a time trial coming up, so despite the open sores in my mouth (which really made eating anything a very painful event) I had to get nourishment down, even if I wasn’t getting in my training rides.
Oh, I was not trying to jump anything, I had a serious malfunction with the braking system that locked up the front tire. I hate that mountain bike.
Now back to the more serious issues regarding the trial.