Man, we used to run endless miles from the cops in the surrounding communities of where we grew up. Some of the best were when we would have these tripping parties on the train tracks. Cops would always raid them, but something about being completely blitzed on acid would just make it all the more fun. They would try to box us in at crossings but we would just go full sprint right past with a couple of stragglers getting cloths lined here and there. We'd just be laughing our asses off and keep on chugging down the tracks for miles.
I can still i.d. by ear the rev of a Ford Crown Vic engine from seemingly impossible distances.
Track- 2 years completely unremarkable.
Wrestling- 55 lbs to 141 by graduation.
Bmx, dirt jumping, snowboarding, mtn. biking and other related goofiness- 10 to present.