08-25-2009, 08:14 PM
My first year out of High school, I had a girlfriend who's father owned a pair of quad runners. He let me drive them when ever I wanted to and they had a quad run with sand runs and small jumps build in. I was a complete quad runner novice and for the first couple of weeks of riding it took it very careful. But as I got better and better at riding the thing I got more and more daring. Finally I was launching the thing up the dirt ramps and having a blast. On my last run ever I hit the ramp going almost full speed and it ran straight up in the air then nosed straight down. I was instantly afraid I was going to flip the machine and it would land all 300lbs straight on my back. So in a desperate attempt to avoid breaking my back, As I landed I stuck my foot on the ground and pushed back. It worked. Barely. But the problem, I soon found out, was that the rear tire ran up on to the back of my ankle and calf, squashing them together like a leg/ foot sandwich. I didn't break it, but I couldn't walk for a month without crutches either
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
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