When Leo sat on his new “Tiny Rock Bullit” for the first time, he felt like the king of the trail.
Ten years old, 1.38 tall - but with a bike underneath him that looked like it was made for the X-Games.
Matt black and dark red, with super tires that promised grip just by looking at them.
He and his friends had built a mini dirt park in the forest behind the village.
No helicopters, no drone shots - just earth, sweat and lots of courage.
And every weekend it was:
Helmet on, Tiny Rock out, and off you go.
Leo didn't just fly over jumps - he flew over worries, over school stress and over everything that got him down.
Every jump was a statement: “I'm ready for my next level.”
And that's how a boy and a bike became a legend.
In the forest. On the trails. And in the minds of his friends.
