This past Saturday, we went to Dad's for supper after the airshow. After we ate, I was outside, and I decided I wanted to try to ride Bucky's dirt bike. Keep in mind that I've never drove anything remotely close to a dirt bike before. I was all set to hop on his big motocross bike, which has some power bar thing that gies it some extra kick (from teh description, I took it as being sort of like NOS). He advised against that bike, and luckily he still has his smaller old, un-super-power-bar-equipped bike. So, I hop on, he gives me a quick rundown of what to do and I take off. I'm going along on the lawn, the next thing I know, I'm heading for the huge (and rocky) ditch in front of Dad's, and I don't know where the brakes are. Wonderful. I of course didn't think to just let go of the damn throttle, and in a last minute decision, I decide to dump the bike. I threw myself sideways, and oy, I hurt. I actually came out of it pretty good. I dragged my left boob along the grass, and I banged up my left leg a bit, and it still hurts, but overall, I'm good. I did get right back on though, and it was fun. Dad said he had to fix something about the clutch, so when that's done, I'm thinking I'll head back over to give it a go again.
Rob;' reaction was wonderful. Everyone else ran over to see if I was ok, Rob ran over, and the first thing he does is grab my hand. Oh no, not to comfort me; he was checking my engagement ring to make sure it was ok, since I had caught some grass on it. :P
