After reviewing security cam video of “the incident”, I assume full ownership of my current state of affairs. A persistent testosterone infection overruled my better judgement, leading me to hotdog it beyond my skill level. These things are fun as hell until they aren’t.
I remain terrified of it which means I respect it and don't ride faster than I can run off it now. I also stick to asphalt for the most part to avoid surprises. I've seen video of riding in grass to find the unseen ditch and off they go for a collar bone surgery.
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