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JohnnyBliss · 56-60, M
I lived on a farm in Southern Oregon and we used motorcycles to go out and tend the fields... turn on irrigation and stuff.
One day I took a 750 up a dirt rode into the woods a bit. Got real comfortable riding the bike. Started to go fast... sing "Born To Be Wild"...
Then it was time to come down the mountain. Had know idea what I was doing. Took a turn too fast and went flying over the handle bars. Reached out my arms to protect my face and landed with my hand striking first, taking a big chunk of flesh with it.
Haven't really ridden to this day. A few more time at the farm but I was always super nervous.
It's a great memory though. Really felt the thrill of riding. Just too bad I had to crash.
One day I took a 750 up a dirt rode into the woods a bit. Got real comfortable riding the bike. Started to go fast... sing "Born To Be Wild"...
Then it was time to come down the mountain. Had know idea what I was doing. Took a turn too fast and went flying over the handle bars. Reached out my arms to protect my face and landed with my hand striking first, taking a big chunk of flesh with it.
Haven't really ridden to this day. A few more time at the farm but I was always super nervous.
It's a great memory though. Really felt the thrill of riding. Just too bad I had to crash.