What the hell?

Imagine donning full motorcycle leathers and crash helmet, lying down on one of those things mechanics roll about under cars on, and then racing your mates down a stupidly large hill at incredible speed, weaving around hay bales.

That’s street luge in a terrifying nutshell.

Did anyone actually do it?

Looking like a meatier John Frusciante, Biker Sherlock was the dominant name in the sport, and rarely a stranger to the top step of a podium.

However, Rat Sult deserves a mention as well, partially for his gold medal in X Games 98 but also for having the gnarliest/stupidest (delete as applicable) name in the business.

Why it deserved to die…

Long-haired, increasingly aging men dressed head-to-toe in skin-tight leather, speeding down a hill on a wheeled tray wasn’t popular with the viewing masses?! Surely not…