Bike Gangs
Being a tomboy and loving my old bike back when I was around 11. My best friends and I were riding, jumping curbs, and being rather "stuntish" when we decided we needed bigger thrills. A quick trip to the park was made where we assualted picnic tables and slides with our bmxleetness mad skillz. Still, our quest for greatness lead us to start daring each other to try more insane stunts. Eventually it lead to us making a ramp out of some old lumber and cinderblocks and daring Mike, since it was his turn to be the stunt monkey, to use it and jump across the creek which was like a huge 6 feet across! Off he peddles like a madman, hunkering low for aerodynamics and off into the air he flies. Only to come up about a foot short and smack into the far side, bending the front tire of his bike and depositing him so ungracefully into the bushes. Much laughter ensued despite his cursing at ruining his bike. Then it was my turn and I was dared for the same jump since it was the first failure of our outing, this was our gordian knot. Off I peddled and turned around. I recall hitting the ramp, going airborn, clearing the creek and landing where my front tire promptly found a rut, turned sideways, flung me off my seat, introduced the handlebars to my mouth and then the bike flew over me as I lay there in more pain than I ever had been in my life. I had made the jump but had managed to knock out my lower front 6 teeth and bust my chin open. Lots of dentist/doctor bills later, 6 new fake teeth in place, and a scar on my chin that reminds me of my short lived reign as stunt queen each time I look in the mirror. Never jumped my bike again.

Length? 6 feet + landing tumble but it felt like 30.
( kitty minion Babies ate my dingo!, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 20:55, 1 reply)

Ooooooooooh harsh!
Have a sympathy click!
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