Welcome to the clavicle club!thank goodness not on the wing. went trail riding for the first time yesterday and went over and shattered my collar bone. glad i missed the tree. had to walk 2 miles out. needless to say a long walk.
I did just exactly that when I knew better back when my kids were only 3 and 4.My best advice to my kids: don't go flying up some steep hill and shoot up into the air when you don't know what the heck is over that hill. :action:
My best advice to my kids: don't go flying up some steep hill and shoot up into the air when you don't know what the heck is over that hill. :action:
Boy I know the feeling AZ. One day I took off up a hill I'd ridden up many times before, only I didn't know that during the week they had cut away the other side for some sort of construction. I had a sissy bar on the back of my Harley Davidson Rapido and I was unable to bail off the back. I wasn't up as high as you, no time for a prayer. I and the bike did some sort of tangle tumble down to the bottom. I limped home, called a friend, and he brought his truck over to haul my broken bike home. That was the day I broke my ankle. Didn't go to the doc till the next day.I did just exactly that when I knew better back when my kids were only 3 and 4.
I told the Lord whilst I was still 70 feet above those terrible looking little ravines below me, "Lord, if you will grant me somehow, to get out of this one alive, I will sell this bike the minute I get it back home."
HE DID, and to this day, there is no way I could have come down the back side of a 45 degree slope with little Texas rivulets running 30 degrees to my left without packing it in on the first thump.
The bike was gone the next day, and I didn't ride again until the kids were long gone and on their own.