The year was 1989, and I was on the verge of retirement from professional stunt bike jumping. My doctor told me that one more injury to my groin area might result in my "nuggets" falling off ... in turn, producing probable man boobs. Yes, my baby makin` days were done, but still. Who wants stuff falling off - NOT ME.
Due to a few financial problems and a need to end my career with a world record that would last, I made a "fire from the hip plate" decision. Yes, I would make ONE LAST JUMP.
That jump was no ordinary run of the mill type, it was over 700 buses. My technical advisor told me that I needed a take off speed of 107 mph to have any chance of success. To add some insurance, I set my goal ramp speed at 117 mph.
As you all well know, I do not have man boobs. I did achieve motorcycle legend status that Saturday afternoon. I still have a .... well, you know, and a really cool belt in my memorabilia case.
