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There was the time I threw my foot down when I hit gravel in a turn at close to 40 mph..... scratch one ACL, MCL, meniscus and misc other damages.
There was the time I thought "Yeah, I can cross that sandbar"..... 12 hours, and about a million mosquito bites later, the tide finally lifted me off.
There was the time I drove under the drive-thru with the car-top carrier a good 4 inches higher than the posted "Maximum Height..." sign. The building didn't move, but it sure did one helluva job on the carrier. Chevy Chase woulda been proud.
There was the time I drug my kayak across about 200 yards of pavement, and discovered the dime sized hole I wore through the bottom when I was in about 10' of murky, bull shark infested water.
There was the time as I watched kids half my age, and half my weight negotiate it that I thought "Yeah, I'm good enough, and my knee is strong enough to ski down that mogul filled, ice covered slope".... scratch the ACL a second time.
There was the time after escaping injury and serious mechanical damages after flipping my ATV backward, directly over me, on a steep rocky mountain side, that I stood on the uphill side of the ATV, where it had miraculously stopped after just 2 rolls, with adrenalin pumping, and brain turned off, that I flipped it back onto it's tires. The wonder that is gravitational forces, combined with just enough momentum allowed the flip to continue about 300' on down the mountain side, while I stood helplessly watching the ever increasing speed of the roll, intensity of the flips, time spent airborne between each impact, with pieces and parts of the ATV flying every which direction. It was a long and agonizing 18 mile tow back to civilization.
There was the time I thought "I'll show these guys how tough (and stupid) I am" then proceeded to walk up a ladder with no hands and 196 pounds on my shoulders. A broken L-5, a scholarship and military career lost, and 30 years of pain has caused regret of that moment the better part of my life.
Oh... the memories
There was the time I threw my foot down when I hit gravel in a turn at close to 40 mph..... scratch one ACL, MCL, meniscus and misc other damages.
There was the time I thought "Yeah, I can cross that sandbar"..... 12 hours, and about a million mosquito bites later, the tide finally lifted me off.
There was the time I drove under the drive-thru with the car-top carrier a good 4 inches higher than the posted "Maximum Height..." sign. The building didn't move, but it sure did one helluva job on the carrier. Chevy Chase woulda been proud.
There was the time I drug my kayak across about 200 yards of pavement, and discovered the dime sized hole I wore through the bottom when I was in about 10' of murky, bull shark infested water.
There was the time as I watched kids half my age, and half my weight negotiate it that I thought "Yeah, I'm good enough, and my knee is strong enough to ski down that mogul filled, ice covered slope".... scratch the ACL a second time.
There was the time after escaping injury and serious mechanical damages after flipping my ATV backward, directly over me, on a steep rocky mountain side, that I stood on the uphill side of the ATV, where it had miraculously stopped after just 2 rolls, with adrenalin pumping, and brain turned off, that I flipped it back onto it's tires. The wonder that is gravitational forces, combined with just enough momentum allowed the flip to continue about 300' on down the mountain side, while I stood helplessly watching the ever increasing speed of the roll, intensity of the flips, time spent airborne between each impact, with pieces and parts of the ATV flying every which direction. It was a long and agonizing 18 mile tow back to civilization.
There was the time I thought "I'll show these guys how tough (and stupid) I am" then proceeded to walk up a ladder with no hands and 196 pounds on my shoulders. A broken L-5, a scholarship and military career lost, and 30 years of pain has caused regret of that moment the better part of my life.
Oh... the memories