Message from @Dataman
Discord ID: 500680233981181954
and sprout a fedora
Meh
>premonition saved my ass again
I want off this ride BUT I CAN'T GET OFF
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I have dreams on a regular basis where I die from some sort of preventable fuckup
Like flipping a dirt bike and dying from the bike landing on my head because I was in third gear and hit a root
When all the conditions start to line up, time to take care
That's what happened here, I recognized the situation and downshifted
Still flipped but no injuries
What class are you riding in?
I've taken roots in 3rd before
Riding a 110cc Kawasaki but I've never ridden a dirt bike before
I rode 250ccs and up
A 110 won't be that bad
No pads
But I rode in the old days when 2 strokes were kings and nobody uses 4s
Also 2>4
2>4 always
500cc 2
The only bike I've never been 100% comfortable on
But my god in the straights or downhill she would fly
I don't even ride bicycles well
That was my 12th crash within an hour
Jesus fuck
Get a new hobby
Learn to throttle out
My sense of balance is fucked to hell from an accident in high school
Ear drum?
Not dirt biking, ran face first into a tree while playing Ultimate Frisbee and concussed the shit of myself
That's actually pretty funny ngl
Yeet
I still have face scars from it
Piece of bark punched through my lip
lmao
i almost busted my ass dancing on my car last night
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