I was talking with some friends last night about how we need to go mountain biking, kite-boarding, cliff jumping or wakeboarding. I admit I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and I'm going through withdrawal.
There's no better feeling in the world than when you huck yourself off that cliff, or when you're bombing down the mountain (Ontario mountains) just a little bit faster than you're comfortable with. The feeling of flying when you hit a kicker, or flying across the water with the throttle wide open. The feeling that you might not make it out in one piece.
The rush, the exhilaration, the ecstasy.
What do you think is the best feeling in the world?
(Don't even think about trying to pull a Jesus Juke on this one.)