I held my hand up by the window and pretended it was a superhero, flying over or around objects as they whooshed by the window to keep up with us and make sure we were safe. I still do it sometimes.
I do this, but I imagine that the car is the "man" and the light poles extend onto the road and I have to jump over them with the car. I freakin drive for like two hours a day, it gets on my nerves but I can't stop since I've always done it
Maybe that's where i started loving parkour