
Note to self… never ride a three wheeler in the mud, wearing shorts and sneakers… and with a friend who squeeze’s the throttle when she panics!
All I remember, was gunning it across the field… sliding… hitting a mud bank and vaulting full speed over it… lifting free of the seat and floating in the air for an instant… and then landing back down on the seat behind my friend.
In the chaos that followed, my friend accidentally hit the throttle, gassing it and throwing us forward, causing my foot to come free from the floorboard. When my foot came back down, the big knobby tire grabbed hold of it and pulled me off the bike… where my friend promptly ran me over.
One might say that this was my first crush!
Just saying,
Here, have a cookie…

Oh wow! What a ride. It sounds worse than a runaway horse.
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F.Y.I. both happen to be equally painful… hehe
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LoL I bet! I was on a runaway horse once. I somehow miraculously managed to stay in the saddle though.
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Yikes!
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Ha! Fun wordplay here.
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For real?!??!
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yup! I think I must have been about 15, at the time… hugs
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Wow!! I thought recently. Worried about your bones.
But still… wow!!
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Aaahhh, the days of stupidity, I call them! Didn’t care in those days, but I care now… hehe
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Oh OUCH!! I was hoping this wasn’t recent history!
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I’m old enough to know better now… maybe. Lol
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Ouch! Were you seriously hurt? That sounds like a wild ride!
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To be honest, I think I was more embarrassed than anything else… oh, and I did have an awesome tire track bruise across my backside for a month… lol
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