As a kid i lived on a mothballed RAF base in Nottinghamshire, 100 houses, probably only 20 of them occupied and a whole airbase to play on

(unofficially)
Lots of privet hedges all around the houses and gardens. So we used to build a mud ramp aimed straight at the hedge which was about 6 ft tall....ride like hell, up the ramp and crash into the (relatively)soft privet hedge
At some stage (early 70s) one of the few lads there got a Chopper....i had the standard sturmey archer town bike type thingy.
So...apehanger handlebars (we had cowhorns as well at some stage)...and took the bike to the local village blacksmith and got him to extend the forks . Hells angels on pushbikes


Gawld knows what we looked like. It was so hard to steer, its a wonder they didnt snap..but they held up.
That same base had a pair of ginger haired twins (the Postma brothers ..hello if your out there

). Someone...not me, undid his front wheelnuts...he rode off, fell off...blamed me and promptly blacked my eye



Bugger, he was a big lad, with a big hit


No-one ever did admit to it...barstewards.