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Memories of firsts
I clearly remember coming out of the figure "S" banked turns at a decent speed. Flying over the second mogual and hitting some decent and deep ruts. Sat back on the seat and let her eat!! About 2.5 seconds later she started getting away from me and being the tough guy I was, decided to ride her out. Gave it all she had hoping to lift the front out and over the ruts. That worked fien till the back tire decided it wanted to see the grass on the next side of the next rut. Yes I remember the handle bar brace crossing my belly at about 45mph and the center shaft crossing my (Hmmm well use your imagination) and next thing I remember was trying to breath laying under a bush. When the world caught up to my speed I also remember the dudes I was riding with running up to me not knowing wether to laugh or help. (they were laughing so hard they couldnt help!!)
AHHHH yes I remember my first. First time over the handle bars on a RM125
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So that was the reason! I came home with a bent front end, handle bars that needed a large pipe and a 2x4 to fix. What was worse tha that was I happened to be limping up the dead end road we lived on, pushing my bike when a squad car pulled up behind me. I could tell just by the sound of its engine.(the police cars) I staightened out and tried my best to walk like it was no big deal. When I got up to my drive there was my old man waiting for me (he happened to be coming home on supper break) He made me lift my shirt. I had 2 ribs that were shot and I looked like a deer that was hiy by a car.
Needless to say, I was told to park the cycle for 2 weeks!!! Now you tell me this? Why would any dad make a kid park his cycle for 2 precious weeks of summer vacation especially when he had NO money involved in buying or fixing my bike? I could not get one till I earned the money for it (I worked in a resturant from age 13 Mom worked there and I got paid cash to bus tables) Mom and dad would not and never did spend money on any toys like that for us kids. To this day I could not forget that. Having kids now, I realized why he did what he did, it was for me to respect what I owned (and maybe so he would not have anouther medical bill from me since I had to go to the hospital 13 times by age 13 for stitches!!! ) The last time/year I went for stitches I was in the ER 3 times in 3 weeks. My old man wanted to kill me!) Fact was the last time that year I slit my ear half off and I tried to butterfly it and not say anything. You want to talk about getting my ass reamed for that, when I got to the hospital I was told that if I would of waited anouther hour I would of been in trouble cause of the time it took from the accident till getting in the ER.
Ahhh The good ole days!!!
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