History lesson: once upon a time, a rock and a tree had a bastard love child and call it Nature. Nature got bored and started moving around a lot. Eventually it got to a point where it would move around in the most spasmodic and least sensible way possible, to what eventually came to be extreme sports.
Everything had to start somewhere. Extreme sports, such as wind surfing, motocross, and dinosaur wrestling, are all basically designed so that the participants to a little as possible while exerting the most effort. It's science, really. Actually, it's what science would be if Math got wasted on Amphetamines and tried to get with Physics, who is a dirty, dirty tramp. So once upon a time, way down the evolution chain when legs were a mere fantasy, walking was the first extreme sport. The snakes and fish and weird jelly things now long extinct all looked up in amazement at anything that walked; like "damn, that thing is totally rad, he's walking to get food. That's soo complicated it blows my mind!" because everyone was still syphoning food through cell membranes. (this was, like, years after having a spine was the cool thing to do)
I'm pretty sure i learned all this, or not.
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