xyz123
Obviously you're not a golfer.
- Joined
- Dec 28, 2021
- Messages
- 2,623
At age 13 I made a promise to my mother, multiple times in fact, that I would never ride a motorcycle as long as I lived.
It was a bit coerced however, considering she was blowing through stop signs and red lights while freaking out and rushing me to the ER.
You see, my friend's older brother got a used Honda Spree and my friend would sneak it out and come over to my house all the time. After promising not to wreck it, he let me drive it (some badgering may have been involved). And I did.. a lot.
I started taking corners faster and faster, and was having a blast. Until I took a corner at top speed (38mph.. maybe?) and hit a patch of wet, matted down leaves, that immediately dumped me and sent me skidding into the curb, which then flipped me and the Spree in the air together, and into a row of hedges and the house immediately behind them.
It effectively peeled the left side of my face and ear off, along with a broken leg, ankle, eye socket, 2 ribs, and several chunks of skin. My protective equipment consisted of my shorts and tshirt.. I didn't even have shoes on! I was absolutely petrified at that point... not because I was basically blind from all the blood in my eyes and tore to shreds...
I was petrified because I thought my friend's brother was gonna kick my ass! Anyway, got patched up and promised my mother. She was right though.. whether it was a Spree then, or possibly even a Ducati several years later I almost rode.. I would always have that itch to take the next corner faster and faster.. until it would end up killing me... I knew that about me then.
It's been extremely difficult for me all these years staying away. If I ever get diagnosed with a terminal illness I think I'll buy a cheap little crotch rocket and go literally balls out and off some massive cliff somewhere. All Thelma & Louise style!!
To this day, anytime a biker pulls up to me at a light, I just give him a half smirk along with a nod or thumbs up. The nods and smiles are almost always reciprocated. And you just have to love the back of those t-shirts that read, "If you can read this, that means the bitch fell off!".
🏍
It was a bit coerced however, considering she was blowing through stop signs and red lights while freaking out and rushing me to the ER.
You see, my friend's older brother got a used Honda Spree and my friend would sneak it out and come over to my house all the time. After promising not to wreck it, he let me drive it (some badgering may have been involved). And I did.. a lot.
I started taking corners faster and faster, and was having a blast. Until I took a corner at top speed (38mph.. maybe?) and hit a patch of wet, matted down leaves, that immediately dumped me and sent me skidding into the curb, which then flipped me and the Spree in the air together, and into a row of hedges and the house immediately behind them.
It effectively peeled the left side of my face and ear off, along with a broken leg, ankle, eye socket, 2 ribs, and several chunks of skin. My protective equipment consisted of my shorts and tshirt.. I didn't even have shoes on! I was absolutely petrified at that point... not because I was basically blind from all the blood in my eyes and tore to shreds...
I was petrified because I thought my friend's brother was gonna kick my ass! Anyway, got patched up and promised my mother. She was right though.. whether it was a Spree then, or possibly even a Ducati several years later I almost rode.. I would always have that itch to take the next corner faster and faster.. until it would end up killing me... I knew that about me then.
It's been extremely difficult for me all these years staying away. If I ever get diagnosed with a terminal illness I think I'll buy a cheap little crotch rocket and go literally balls out and off some massive cliff somewhere. All Thelma & Louise style!!
To this day, anytime a biker pulls up to me at a light, I just give him a half smirk along with a nod or thumbs up. The nods and smiles are almost always reciprocated. And you just have to love the back of those t-shirts that read, "If you can read this, that means the bitch fell off!".
🏍
