September 2, 2020
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Dad and I used to go bike riding together a lot in my younger years. Sometimes, my sister would go with us, but most of the time it was just me and dad. Well, this one particular time we had gone down to the neighboring farm and come back. I was probably around 10 years old or so.
Most of the trip to this farm was downhill, all of it from the house on down was either tar and chip or asphalt. On the way, dad decided to show off and stood with his left foot of the pedal, and brought his right leg up over the bike seat. I just watched him. When we got back to the house, for whatever reason, we decided to ride on up to the neighboring farm. This farm lane is all gravel with big rocks here and there. On the way back to the house, I decided that I was going to try and do like dad did. I hit a rock and went flying over the handle bars.
I woke up, on the ground, with my dad leaning over me, gently shaking me, trying to wake me up. No major damage done, just knocked the wind out of me.
This didn’t stop me from riding, I just learned not to try and do stunts on even ground.
Don’t ever try and do a stunt like that when on a gravel road!
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