When I first started doing wheelies, the front tire barely hovered an inch above the ground for more than a second. But, each time I felt the front tire lift up just a little, a surge of adrenaline and confidence shot through me, and I became addicted to that.

Now, I can almost ride vertically for more than five seconds, and when that happens, it's an amazing feeling I can't put into words. Screenshots from some once-lost footage from my go-pro, don't do the views justice, especially since my camera was always mounted at an unfavorable downward angle, and has a fish-eye lens. But, I've got to make due with what I have. I'm just glad Clarke's sometimes around to get pictures of me when I'm riding. 

The more wheelies I do, the more comfortable I get. I've crashed and been scarred because my 100th-something attempt at a wheelie didn't go so well, but that's just how life goes sometimes. I have to say, one crash out of a year of successful wheelies is a pretty good record. In fact, so far, I can count the number of times I've crashed on both of my dirtbikes on one hand, so those numbers help to reassure me when I'm doing risky things on my dirtbike. I still know the risks and understand the probability of going to the ER is about 1/15 crashes, but with me, I don't think that probability is nearly as high. I know my limits, and I'm incredibly tough, and I'll only go to the ER if my life clearly depends on it.