Across the street from our house was a wonderful place called Winder dairy.
it was a dairy farm, was private property and we were supposed to stay out.
But you try telling that to a 12 year old.
They had a concrete feed storage building, looked kinda like a tilt-up building with no windows or doors, just wide openings. And it was two story. And big.
Well we managed to get up on the second story and were riding our bikes around inside this huge concrete building, pretty cool.
One of the neighbor kids who was with us was a little older but not all that bright.
So we convinced him that if he were going fast enough he could ride right off that second story and would land really soft on the ground, if he were going fast enough.
Imagine his momentum carrying him so that instead of falling downward, he's glide and land soft like an airplane on a runway.
He bought it.
So here he comes riding as fast as he could go on that sting ray with banana seat and sissy bar and ape-hangers, and off he goes.
Next thing ya know, he's on the ground screaming and we're hauling butt to get away from the scene of the crime.
He got a really cool cast on his leg and we all got grounded for a month.
I know, not fair.
That dairy farm is long gone, replaced with more houses. but the company is still around
https://www.winderfarms.com/about