Ode to my father

I remember my dad building a ramp for us kids to jump. He built it from plywood. We put it on the sidewalk out front of our house and jumped it many times. The entire neighborhood showed full of kids showed up to try it out. Even ... kids from other streets. One of the young kids who had only had experience with crappy ramps built by other kids asked how strong it was. My father, being my father, went and got the Yamaha 125 cc endureo dirt bike we had at the time and jumped the ramp without so much as a creek or mark left on the ramp. From that day forward the kids of the neighborhood were not allowed to play with my dad any more.

Good times. Wish I had a video camera back then.