I'm looking for some advice here on whether giving up completely dirt bikes. So in all seriousness try to help me out.
Last August I went riding for the last time in the summer, had to have been mid August becasue double practices for football were three days away. One of my friends offers to take me to Mountainview MX track in Sandy Oregon. Keep in mind that this is the first time I had ever been on a track, we were just practicing that day but still it was a new experience. We get out on the track and I'm absolutely having a ball! I swear it was one of the funnest things I had ever done. About an hour later disaster strikes. I was going off of a step up jump when some guy on a blue thumper jumps over me and lands on top of me in mid air. This impact forced my bike to lean to the right, landing with all 230 lbs. on my right leg. Obviously this broke my leg, a spiral fracture on my fibula. I'm out for the enitre football season, needless to say coach is PO'ed.
I go through a near 9 month riding dry spell, maybe hopped on it once to make sure it was running well, but thats about it. Just last weekend I went to the East Fork Rock trail system in Central Oregon. My first day of riding that whole weekend, the first time I rode my bikje since August, I get in a head on collision with another bike on the trail about seven miles out from camp. He came around a blind turn way, WAAAYYY to fast and smacked directly into me. The damage done to me was a badly swollen knee and some big cuts across my chest and a particularly large bruise on my arm. My bike didn't fare so well either, upon impact the other guy snapped the top triple clamp right in half. The bars were straight and everything else seemingly in check, justb that my top triple clamp fully broke in half around the steering stem. I rode my bike back to camp in pretty bad condition. Needless to say, I wasn't having fun anymore. The most ironic thing is that, this crash also happened three days before the spring football practice begins. I'm just a tad bit curious if this is God's way to tell me to stay away from dirt bikes. I really love the sport and love even more being outside ridng on the trail and experiencing nature to its finest, but my parents are borderline forcing me to sell the bike, and I'm not too sure I want to pursue this hobby anymore with the starnge bad luck that I've had.
Thanks,
Dan
Last August I went riding for the last time in the summer, had to have been mid August becasue double practices for football were three days away. One of my friends offers to take me to Mountainview MX track in Sandy Oregon. Keep in mind that this is the first time I had ever been on a track, we were just practicing that day but still it was a new experience. We get out on the track and I'm absolutely having a ball! I swear it was one of the funnest things I had ever done. About an hour later disaster strikes. I was going off of a step up jump when some guy on a blue thumper jumps over me and lands on top of me in mid air. This impact forced my bike to lean to the right, landing with all 230 lbs. on my right leg. Obviously this broke my leg, a spiral fracture on my fibula. I'm out for the enitre football season, needless to say coach is PO'ed.
I go through a near 9 month riding dry spell, maybe hopped on it once to make sure it was running well, but thats about it. Just last weekend I went to the East Fork Rock trail system in Central Oregon. My first day of riding that whole weekend, the first time I rode my bikje since August, I get in a head on collision with another bike on the trail about seven miles out from camp. He came around a blind turn way, WAAAYYY to fast and smacked directly into me. The damage done to me was a badly swollen knee and some big cuts across my chest and a particularly large bruise on my arm. My bike didn't fare so well either, upon impact the other guy snapped the top triple clamp right in half. The bars were straight and everything else seemingly in check, justb that my top triple clamp fully broke in half around the steering stem. I rode my bike back to camp in pretty bad condition. Needless to say, I wasn't having fun anymore. The most ironic thing is that, this crash also happened three days before the spring football practice begins. I'm just a tad bit curious if this is God's way to tell me to stay away from dirt bikes. I really love the sport and love even more being outside ridng on the trail and experiencing nature to its finest, but my parents are borderline forcing me to sell the bike, and I'm not too sure I want to pursue this hobby anymore with the starnge bad luck that I've had.
Thanks,
Dan