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hehe... looks like most of us have blowed up real good at least once.
Back to bike accidents.. my family has these big aircraft hangers, just down the hill from where I grew up, and there are these long downhill cement ramps that lead off into gravel, we were taking speed runs out of the hangers, on 10 speeds, and you get to the bottom, and jump the ramp that the washout makes.. welp, that lasted about 3 runs, and I wake up tied in a knot around a bike frame, bloody, and peppered with gravel, with my friend screaming to people, "He's dead! He's dead!".. and my grandmother came down to pick me up, and says, "We aren't going to the hospital like this!"...
So there I am, a bloody, graveled 10 year old, in a tub of steaming hot, painful, soapy water with my dear grandmother scrubbing the gravel out with a brush, so I wouldn't be dirty at the emergency room..
Ouch.
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