It is not uncommon to see ATV enthusiasts in Southern California. When
I turn on the TV or take a drive out to the desert region I am most likely to run into a four wheeler. Sometimes they don’t land a trick right and crash, but I did not expect something like that would necessarily happen to me. I was soon to find out what the toll of being reckless was. I have never been more fearful in my life as I was that afternoon.
The alarm on my phone went off it was a scorching day. Even though it was early in the morning, it was warmer than normal in the middle of August. I jumped out of my bed and hurried to the kitchen table. I quickly ate my food. This was the day I got to ride my first quad. I rushed back into my room and quickly changed clothes. I went over to my friend’s house. There it was a Honda 400cc quad. My friend came out and asked if I was ready to go to the track. We loaded up the quads and drove off. When we get to the dirt track which was in the middle of the desert, we put our protective gear on. After about 20 minutes of me learning the basics and riding around on the quad, I start to get comfortable with it, too comfortable. I see a dirt ramp; I decided I was going to try to jump it, I started to pick up speed. My hand clenches the clutch, I change gears. I’m nervous but excited and my adrenaline kicks in. I can feel the sweat on my face; I hold down the accelerator and pick up speed. I am shivering underneath my armor. I’m probably running 35 mph I see the jump, and I brace myself for it. I am starting have second thoughts on this jump! I keep getting closer and picking up speed. I hit the jump! But something went wrong, I shifted the quad too much and I was off balance. My eyes widened with fear! I’m panicing! I knew I was about to crash. The quad landed on 2 wheels, and then it rolled. I bailed off the quad, landed about 5 feet into a bush. I laid there on the ground,in pain, being grateful. I only got a couple of bruises, but it could have been a lot worse.I could barely walk when my friend came riding up to me. I make my way up to the messed up bike. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, just a bent handle bar. My friend exchanges his bike with me and I go back to the truck and then we made our way home. I still ride ATVs to this day. It really helps to be more careful, I consider myself lucky; after all that happened I could be in a wheelchair. But now I take the time to plan a jump.
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