I know we're
a bit but I came off a Kwaka9 that I was on the back of. My mate gunned from a set of traffic lights and being a 18 year old didn't want to have to hold onto him due to man issues. I wish I had though. I Pivoted over the rear bar and landed in a configuration on the road where my back (cotton shirt) and my feet (thongs) were happily sliding along the bitumen together at the same time until I naturally uprighted myself and then I just remember sliding on my bum for ages. The girls we were showing off to in town must have loved the show but to be honest it was my pride that was hurt the most initially.
Anyway, I left my thongs 50m up the road from the original posi of impact and got back on, and road home to change. Then as if nothing had happened we went back to the pub but in the morning, holy dooley.
I lost my representative rowing seat out of that little childish episode cos I had some severe gravel rash on my back (4 inch diameter and deep) and my toes nails were scraped off with much toe skin too
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Sure made me learn though
The funny thing was, I borrowed a helment off someone and told them "don't worry, I'll look after it". You should have seen the graze mark. Instant bin job
So yeah, you take the chances, you deal with the consequences
