When I turned 7, I got my first BMX bike. Of course, within a week my best friend and I built a ramp with plywood and cinderblock. I remember the first jump vividly. I sped down the street like a miniature Evil Knievel and hit the ramp at a pretty good clip. A moment after I caught “big air,” my front tire hit the road, and I went over the handlebars – leaving a fair amount of skin on the road.