One dirt biking skill I very much lack is the art of the jump. I can do small jumps, as well as fast jumps if I don't know they're coming. But as soon as you put me on a dirt bike and aim me toward a table or something that's got a healthy gap, I'm gonna turn into a big-ole chicken. I still maintain some semblance of self-preservation.
I suspect that'd change if Travis Pastrana ever invites me to Pastranaland, but we won't know until he does. HINT, HINT, TRAVIS.
But what goes through a dirt biker's mind, let alone a supercross/motocross rider's very broken brain is something I don't think I'll ever truly understand. Because they just see jumps like you or I see small berms or obstacles on trails. They're just whatever to them. And to get a real thrill out of these clearly deranged individuals, you have to up the ante even further. Obviously, you go to Red Bull, and obviously, you build an entire supercross track across multiple islands, with the gaps open water.
