...one douche crash after the other. This is what happens when you lose your pop collar and leave yourself with no aerodynamics to gracefully glide in the air while bike jumping.
You can tell that's not me because his biceps aren't huge; he's not wearing a polo shirt with popped collar; he's not sporting "bed head," or the Oompa Loompa tan.
But it is true in that is the way I always mount a bicycle.