Don't Try This At Home !

at the request of my readers i will tell another story about myself, but i have to tell you i'm running out of material. anyhow at about fourteen or so i was sitting at home minding my own business when a knock at the door alerted me to someones presence. it was my friends steve and tommy. looking back on it, i should of known that no good could come from this situation, but they persuaded me to go with them anyway. at that time tommy owned a honda elsinore 125cc moto-cross bike. it was a nice bike and it would fly with me on it. but i only weighed about 115 lb.s at that point soaking wet. but then again i wasn't TOTALLY FREAKIN RIPPED then like i am now. that being said , back to the story. so they came and got me because they had found a wonderful big mud hole over on the other side of winchester rd. where a new subdivision was being built. so the mud is a couple feet or so deep and pretty tacky with the hole nearly 20 yards in diameter. the bank going into the mud was average in angle as drying up ponds go. there were tracks going through the mud so i knew they had been across it. i questioned them at length about the technique and velocity needed to traverse this vast expanse of stiff muddiness. all i could get was"you don't want to go to fast, but , you don't want to go to slow either", that was their response. however, what i heard was, first gear from the top of the bank, WIDE OPEN THROTTLE. it,s always better to go to fast than to go to slow, isn't it? by the way i do think i had a helmet on. so lets do this thing, i saddle up and as planned, first gear wide open throttle. at the speed of sight i hit the mud. about the time the rear tire reached the mud the bike went thawump. dead stop,just like hitting a concrete wall. remember seventh grade science class? an object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion, and the ever important for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. well the way this applied to the situation is that the bike stopped, but me not being part of the bike and in motion tended to stay in motion. i held on to the handle bars but i did come up off the foot pegs and the seat several feet. when gravity prevailed and i came back down, i was straddling the gas tank. mortally wounded i melted down the side of the bike and proceeded to roll around in excruciating pain on the ground where my friends were already rolling in hysterical laughter. this went on for nearly ten minutes. the bike just stood there still upright and motionless. mud is tough. so the moral of the story is, before you do something, take a moment to think it through. and if there seems to be some calculable risk, by all means go for it dude.going through life never taking risks is not living but meerly existing. living=good, existing=bad..... one thing we don't want to risk boys and girls is the planet. so till next time, keep'er green