Tweeds Pit of Fire

I remember back to my youth, and there was always a buzz in out little countryside neighborhood. One day it was rumored that the greatest motorcycle jump of all times was going to take place at the Tweed Ranch. Tweed was nuts, and most of us feared him. He was one of those quiet but explosive types. We had all seen him doing crazy things before, so why doubt the rumor?
It was like a explosion of information being passed along from one person to the next, and a group gathered to walk down to the stunt site. Most of us arrived at the same time.
There it was, in all it's glory. A large wooden ramp built to catapult Tweed to infamy. There was a large pit in front. After some time passed, here came our hero for the day on his 1980 Yamaha YZ 125 down the trail. He did not say much, but rather went about his business doing wheelies and collecting cheers from the crowd.
Then, to all of our surprise, Tweed lit a fire with gasoline in the pit just beyond the ramp. The flames flew into the air a good 10 feet. This was going to be the most spectacular feat any human ever attempted in my corner of the world.
Just like Evil Knievel, Tweed drove back to his start point and reved the motor. Anticipation was at a fever pitch, although our group was suddenly silent with suspense.
A car turned in to the drive and the window rolled down, "What the **** is going on here?", said the woman. We told her to get out of the way .... 'Tweed is going to jump that pit of fire!! "
She said, "Oh no he's not".
As you may have guessed, it was Tweeds mother, and she put an end to that exciting day quickly. We did not see him again for a long time.

This story exemplifies my youth ... a group of kids that did everything together in a small town.
I think I am lucky in that way.