Sixteen times I've attempted this jump. Sixteen times I've crashed my bike. Today will either be my climatic victory or yet another failure. Either way, I live for this shit. I relish the nights where the Baker kids forget to put up their ramp. It makes these night time rides so much more thrilling.
My wife is starting to catch on that something is going on. In the last year I've come home obviously sore with both bloody knees and palms a half dozen times now. I tell her little white lies like 'I had to avoid a car pulling out of an alley way' or 'a cat ran into my path'. She's starting to get concerned that bike riding isn't for me.
I got caught once attempting the jump. A car full of teenagers driving around getting stoned drove past just as I was making my run. The kid in the back seat sat staring at me, his glassy eyes watching me truck down the sidewalk and make my leap before tumbling back down and landing hard. I imagine his surprise and the disbelief of the other kids as he tried to relay what had just happened to them.
Tonight on my way back home I'll try again and if I don't make it I'll try again the next time the Baker kids forget to put up their ramp.