Of course we had to have a long-jump contest with one of the kicker ramps. The World’s Longest Trophy was designed with a built-in tape measure by Cody Smiglewski.

Everyone lined up at the top of a nearby hill, bombed down, and got sent. Justin Fenger with his eyes set on the trophy.

Chass Uthe took himself out more than once, but got up smiling every damn time. He was definitely in the running.

The aftermath of one of Chass Uthe’s long jump runs. Grass in the bar-end and a smile on his face.

Justin Fenger brought home the World’s Longest Trophy with a final distance of 38ft.

Pirate made the most of the long jump kicker and set it up for this quick fakie tire ride on a basketball hoop.

OG MN local, Jonah Lidberg, with a nosepick to fakie.

Gunch with a lawnmower before things wound down at the first spot of the jam and we headed out to the next location.

Jay Schlie took advantage of one of the kickers and a nearby hill to blast some high-speed tabletops.

Ethan Schmitt starting out a line with a double-peg to manual 180 on the middle stair.

The crew was getting ready for the next spot.

Bryce Groenewold came down to Minneapolis for the day and fired off some heavy moves like this double-peg. What isn’t shown in the photo is that he is landing on a narrow dock with water on both sides.

Pirate was one of the only riders to try this rail, and I have no doubt he would have pulled it if the rail hadn’t snapped.

Everyone headed off to the next spot over an offshoot of the Mississippi river.

The jam wrapped up with a killer street party at One On One bike shop in downtown Minneapolis. The owner, Gene, was kind enough to lend us his space and let everyone hang out and ride.

The sketchiest ramp was definitely the no-bottom mini-spine. Jonah Lidberg with a nosepick in and out of the setup.

Cam Karjala laid down a crankflip toothpick on one of the escalator boxes.

Gene got himself a few photos of the madness.

Darryl Pikal trying his hand at one of the weirdest teeter-totter ramps I’ve ever seen.

The ramps may have been small and shitty, but Justin DeWitt still managed to get in some boosted transfer carves.

Minnesota has never been known for having good weather. Our annual street ride, Dilly Jam, has been a sign that warmer temperatures are luckily right around the corner. It’s essentially the kick-off to riding outdoors again for the Twin Cities. The turnout is usually a good mix of young guns, vets, and random people on every sort of bike looking for a good time. With this being the 11th iteration, the decision was made to change things up a little and add in a new twist - some shitty kicker ramps. The weather was good, the vans were loaded with ramps, and the party was ready to get started.