I once bought a pair of roller blades. I used to ride in my hometown where it's all flat. No descent, no climbs. So I decided that I want something more challenging. 2 weeks ago, I put on my roller blades, and drag myself into the unknown. Well not really the unknown. It's the road I usually take to go to my university each day, so pretty familiar, however, the slopes of the descents don't appear that familiar when you're stuck in a pair of roller blades. I'm the kind of guys who like to risk their life for the fun and for the adrenaline. So I found a climb and decided to attack it. But after a climb, there is always a descent. U can't avoid it. So I started the descent. The laws of physics say that the speed will increase in a descent because the potential energy that I had at the top of the climb will be transformed into kinetic one. And usually, under normal circumstances, Physics don't deceive. So, as I was descending, I reached relativistic speed, and for some reason, I didn't use my brakes. I saw a car heading toward me. I had 2 alternatives. An 8-wheel human vs a 4-wheel car collision or a self-induced fall. I opted for the second (for once, I was reasonable, and not kamikaze as usual) Bad news, I fell straight on my lower back.(It was my second lower back injury since a "friend" of mine once took of the chair from underneath me when I was trying to sit). It's the kind of injuries that lasts for long. You don't recover from it easily. But what can I do. I love to take risks, to put my life in jeopardy. What I like the most, is the moment of uncertainty, where u feel yourself at mid-distance between the two sides. It's a strange feeling of freedom mixed with fear, highness and orgasm.