Lets take a little trip. Think back to what you were doing when you were 11. I was probably scrounging up red and purple ant colonies with my friends to pit against each other in an all out war in one of my mother’s pie tins until there was a group of victors that would inevitably meet their doom under a pinpoint precision burn of the magnifying glass. Spoiler alert: the red ants always win! Well, not this little guy. At just 11 years old he’s out there screaming down 40+ foot high vert ramps and flying through the air landing tricks some of the guys double his age hadn’t mastered yet and eventually ending up with a place of 3rd in the vert challenge I witnessed at this year’s Maloof Money Cup. My hats off to ya kid. May the world ahead of you be paved with fishbowls, lined with rails and stacked with stairs.