Bombed a hill last night going way too fast on my loose as fuck trucks... oddly enough speed wobbles isn't what got me, but a nice, large rock... in the middle of the road. Don't know how I didn't see it, but I digress, got mad worked. Lucky I didn't fuck myself up anymore than I did, just a shitload of scrapes, some nice rasberries and whatnot... ripped pants, broken phone, the works. I was actually stoked to finally get thrased on a hillbomb, I was LONG overdue. My friends say that I rolled out of it like a champ. I don't know how much truth there is to that, but hey I'm not going to dispute it.