hi, this is my story about me and my pro-jumpers,
it was about 9 oclock at night and some friends caled on me so i decided to go out on my pro-jumpers ( this is 4 days after having them) we were at the bottom of my street and cars kept going past with old people in and they kept stareing at these amazing peices of metal atached to my feet , i didnt think anything of it untill a '' bad boy racer' came around the corner with ''rave'' music blearing through his speakers ... the car drove up to me and my mates and started reving the engine and a few of my friends decided they had to go in at this moment in time leaving me who can just about run on my slowly the windo came down and a skin head with a scar on his head apeared saying alright in a deep croaky voice.. then he asked me to do a few tricks and tell me about them ( at this point i thought he was gona rob me ) then after about 10 minutes he wond down the back window where a little kid .. he asked his if he wanted these for his birthday and drove off lol... and to think i thought he was gona rob me hehe