Everything was set in place for the truck jump. As I followed behind the Peterbilt in its cloud of diesel smoke, I realized the absurdity of the situation. The truck had no lights, no windows, tires older than us, and a dual transmission without synchros. Only The Man could stop us now. What could possibly go wrong? It looked like something from a movie as the dilapidated hulk of a truck cruised down the Malibu highway surrounded by shiny new cars.
We drove it several miles and up a winding canyon to the field where everything was set to happen, Marshall was rowing through the gears and the truck roared along as it climbed the steep grade away from the Pacific Ocean. With the truck positioned, we stepped back and looked at everything. The set up was over a 15-foot drop, and well over a 30 foot gap – by far the biggest thing Marshall had ever attempted on the e-bike. After a few practice runs, and swallowing some butterflies, Marshall sent the Levo and stuck it perfectly on the small, narrow landing.
It took about a week or so more to wait for the perfect weather and to get the film crew all lined up, but finally the pieces came together on a perfect evening. The months of tracking down the truck’s owner, time spent getting it mechanically sound (enough), and constructing the set up all paid off as Marshall sent the new set up, hands stretched out behind him in a perfect suicide. As the light fired off, Marshall continued to session the feature, which is no small feat given how flat and hard the landing was. After we’d all had our fill and the sun had set, we sat around the truck with a couple beers and tried to scheme up where the truck could go next. It may be time to get some windows in the ol’ Peterbilt.