Jay Reeve

So we all went down and were like fucking whistling.

Same thing.

This thing's open top with some slight shoulders on it.

Anyway, so he would have had, Dave would have had the sense to be able to burn off some speed coming into these hot corners.

We were fucking riding the lightning of these things, almost 50-50ing it with our bodies.

Yeah, and this fucking bloke that was behind us, he seemed way older, but he probably was only maybe 15 or 16.

He seemed like a 19-year-old.

Shit little moustache.

Anyway, this bloke garage-sailed himself out the fucking slope just doing the bobsled and fucking shut it down for life.

That was the last... That was the end of it.

That was the end of it, yeah.

Holy fuck.

Yeah, because there was no runoff.

It's one of those ones you just sit down and you're like, wee, wee.

This guy was just...

world's fastest indian in it like just burp fucking monroe just fucking whistling but you could see him because there was water going boof out the sides we're like fuck that guy's going high and then it was leg over the side like dragging along the top and then the other side he just fucking flew out it was at the bottom of the side so it would have been maybe roof height say five or six meters but he got fucked up because he landed in like a rock garden underneath it oh that's

Fuck, it was good.

That's how the bigger kids at campgrounds got, mate, when no situations were there, right?

Motherfucking wars.

That's great stuff.