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I'm a man and I... I don't know...
For the benefits of the lurkers - this one comes up quite a bit - balls sit way higher / further forward than you think they do. All our stuff pretty much hangs off the pubic bone, and dangles down from there. We have to lean way forward to actually squish anything from underneath.
Joke's on you, my old man sack sags so much, when I sit down I squish them every time.
That hurt reading it
You get the same question if you slackline. It’s like…my balls aren’t there dude…
Carefully
We tuck them up.
But not up in. Just up.
Quite a memory from the childhood.
We were competing at who could smash into the wall with their bike at the highest speed. You know, just smashing into it with the front wheel, coming to a sudden stop.
Ouch.
Kids are stupid xD. My bike memory like that is our parents for one of those BMX bikes from a garage sale. The ones with the bars coming out the wheels for tricks.
My sister, brother, and I decided those were for carrying additional people, so obviously having one driving, one standing in the rear, and one standing on the front would be fun. But in our infinite wisdom we decided going down the concrete driveway was a bad idea, so we decided to go down the dirt hill (which had a steeper incline).
We had one tame wipeout and decided to go for round two. This time we made it to the bottom of the hill (where the trees and branches/debris are) and wiped out. It wasn't pretty lol. No hospital but a few road rashes (or the dirt equivalent) and other various cuts and bruises led to us going inside to our mom for intervention.
She was not happy. The next day, the bike was gone.
You know how when you think about breathing, you start to "think" about breathing? How it moves in and out of the body? And then you learn all other weird things about breathing?
Do you really want to understand ball science? To understand where things move and go around and flex?
Why I'm trying to say is sometimes, ignorance is bliss.