You too, huh?Hey Joe post=18.71707.734736 said:Realising I have a 3000 word essay due tomorrow
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Mine had to have been my first excursion of Mountain Biking. It was between two ski communities in Colorado, roughly 15 miles up/down hill biking trek. Well, my brother being the type of person he is, decided he'd go fast. Not wanting to hang slow with my parents, I sped up with him. In the forest, he was whipping around turns faster than I could, so I ended up slowly lagging behind. By the end of the forest path, he was well out of my sight. The path decided that four rapid 90° turns was a good idea. My fingers flexed in the right brake-order for the first turn, and then the wrong order for the second. Mind you, I'm going downhill at this time, so... about 25 MPH (40 km/h). Well, the front of the bike stops, and I don't. I bounced along the rocks and gravel for a good two seconds until skidding to a stop.
Lucky for me, with a giant slash along my right arm and several parallel slashes along my back, the highway was nearby. By nearby, I mean maybe a minute walk. I walked along the path until I reached the highway, and tried to flag down passing motorists. Since they're skiiers, they carry basic first aid kits, right? Well, I'm clutching my right arm in as tight a grip as I can manage, considering it's bleeding quite profusely at this point. So I'm waving frantically with one arm oozing red. A car slows as it sees me, then they return my wave and speed off. (Proof enough Americans are stupid?) The next vehicle, an SUV, pulled over and they got me cleaned up.
Sadly, they didn't have bandages, so I just used their kit until the bleeding mostly stopped, and then had to ride the rest of 10-15 miles (16-24 km) to the closest store to buy some.
It wasn't a pleasant experience, especially not considering I was 15 at the time, and pretty much was the sole factor for most of the scars on my body. Lucky enough, no sprains or breakages from it.