“And now, our biker, James, infamous among our other acts for stealing the show!” You announce to the cheering and whooping crowd as the final act revs his engine and makes his appearance, riding out onto the stage and into the “ball of death”; a big, metal balll fastened onto the stage.

He uses momentum to ride along the insides, going higher in circles and even going upside down. After a few minutes of this he slows to a halt in the ball, and like in every night, he announces to the crowd, “And now I will choose a volunteer to join me!”

The crowd’s hands shoot up in unison, but to your surprise, his volunteer isn’t in the crowd.”-I choose our lovely ringmaster!”

Now you find yourself in the centre of the ball, he drives around you along the sides of the ball, accelerating to 80, 90, app miles per hour!

Apparently full of surprises tonight, he extends his arm out to you as he circles you, His fingers trace the diameter of your waist.