I’m reminded of a downhill race I saw ages ago.
It was one of those courses where there are periodically two alternate routes: one long and simple, one short and technical. In one section of the track, the choice was between a long winding descent or a ludicrously tall and narrow ramp with a massive drop off the end.
The first dozen riders all took the safer winding route. Then one guy tried the ramp…
He hit it perfectly, speed just right, angle just right, body braced exactly so for a textbook two-wheel landing. And the moment he touched down, his bike shattered into a dozen pieces. 
