This is the story of what must have been the funniest thing I've ever experienced while using my bocks
In August last year I saw a vid on Youtube of someone powerbocking - and was instantly fixated on the sport. Having watched what must've been hundreds of other vids, linking them to my mate Matt at the same time, I ordered my very first bocks - some Powerisers - as did Matt.
Having learnt the basics, we spent several days learning to run and make decent-sized leaps without face-planting, from the safety of my drive. Once we felt good enough, we decided to face the public and take our bocks to the town centre.
As we're all aware, bocks aren't the most common thing to come across, and we hadn't gone far before we were turning heads and receiving a mixture of comments from local residents. Unfortunately, amongst these residents was a group of 4 or 5 intimidating lads. On passing them at some distance, we gained their attention, as well as a remark from one of them that I judge too rude to post here
Now Matt is, in my opinion, amongst the most funny guys you will ever meet, and was clearly less intimidated by these guys than I was. So he executed the smartest of moves possible on the spot - he didn't flip, or attempt a tail grab; instead he dropped his jeans part way and mooned the group.
What looked like the toughest lad of the group took 1 quick step towards us, and instantly me and Matt were running as fast as we could away from him (which, at this stage, was not very fast at all). We got at least 100m away, Matt still butt-naked, and I turned around to see the lads laughing uncontrollably, still watching us, exactly where they were to start with.
The memory of my mate "running", completely imbalanced with his jeans round his thighs, will stay with me to the grave
