Dave Mirra died yesterday.
This was an odd double blow. Not only did he live in the area, but he was only two years older than me (for some reason, I always thought he was bit older). I have friends from years ago that knew him or had met him.
As a child of the 80s, I enjoyed building and jumping ramps as a kid, rickety things of stacked old car tires and plywood planks or fencing slats. This was all before the X-games, mind, so when they became a thing while I was in college, I had no objections to watching the BMX or skateboarding coverage when it came on ESPN. Mirra was always there, always flying.