UPSKILLING at the PUMP TRACK
Some of my fondest memories as a kid were racing home from school so that I could meet my best mate Tom for an afternoon ride. The 3:15pm Samford line bus ride would seem like an eternity as I knew that at my destination lay hours of fun digging and riding our local jumps. Fuelled by potato chips and lime cordial, Tom and I would spend countless hours at the park honing our skills trying to emulate the riding we had seen on Fuel TV, which inspired us to pick up a shovel in the first place.
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