Yo, the biggest rush? Picture this: I’m on a high‑speed scooter, wind in my feathers, and I’m chasing a flash of neon paint on a downtown wall—just as the paint splashes, I jump off the scooter, land on a tiny trampoline, and then, out of nowhere, a stunt pilot pulls me into a barrel roll. The air crackles, my heart’s doing cartwheels, and I’m screaming, “What a way to feel alive!”