His best jump ever

"Hey Dwayne, surprised to see you here." Joe shrugged off his leather jacket, dropping it next to his friend's. Dwayne's was singed, the heavy gloves charred at the edges.

"Yeah, well, no problem," Dwayne replied. "I'm the best at ring of fire. Didn't know you were so good, though."

"You didn't? I was never a bad boy like you. I was the best, man. That's how I got here. Still don't know how YOU made it."

Dwayne looked back at the pearly gates. "Easy. Me and Old Betsy just soared right over them darn flames down there, straight into heaven."

No trouble

"I'll clear that, no trouble," boasted Sam.

Joe looked doubtfully at the hedge, then at Sam's bike. It had seen better days: someone had let down the tyres and removed the brake pads while they were in the pub. A quick trip to the garage, then Sam was set to go.

"All right then." Sam kicked off, pedalling at top speed down the bare slope. Just as he reached the bottom, he pulled back on the handlebars, sending the bike flying into the air.

It landed successfully on the other side. On Sam's arm.

A clean break, no trouble.