There is a moment in time that will remain etched in my memory forever. And that's when Travis Pastrana, aka one of my childhood heroes in the action sports arena, called me to do something sketchy.
We were out at Mid America Outdoors, a newly built action sports Mecca, where we were touring the facility, hanging with Travis and the rest of his crew of action sports degenerates, and having one of the best conversations/interviews I've ever had the pleasure of doing. But during the tour of the property, using Can-Am's Maverick X3s as our tour-carts, we ended up on a piece of the acreage with what, to my eyes, appeared to be a sheer wall. A rock cliff jutting out from the dirt hill behind it. Jagged, vertical, and basically looking like an insurmountable obstacle in our path.
My eyes went wide. Travis, however, gunned it and climbed the damn thing like a Rocky Mountain bighorn. And once we got back to the base of the cliff, he and I hopped out, took off our helmets, and with that quintessential Travis Pastrana shit-eating grin, said, "All right, you're up!"
