Last time I rode Vancouver late with James we stopped here. I led him through the “tub” at the skatepark with assurances of gnar. I apparently failed to mention that it was high speed gnar. After I had a great ride through the zone, James followed. He did not go faster than the speed of rad and got trapped at the bottom with his bike.
He fell. I laughed. He cursed. I giggled. He tried to climb out. I tried not to pee myself.
Eventually he escaped. Now he lives in California. I miss James.