Well I screwed up yesterday.
Went to the track to get a nice workout. I was first out on the track, and I almost made one complete lap when I lost my head and went for some big air in the big tabletop jump. The bike and I went flying straight up in the air. And what goes up must come down.
And down I came. Hard. At first I couldn't even move. Some people came running up to me and asked if I was alright. After a while I could stand up and rode the bike (my dad's bike. guess if he was happy about that. heh

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I sat in the pits for a while and realized I had much trouble breathing alright, so I called my parents and they came and picked me up. My dad took the bike with him home and my mom got me to the hospital.
The examined me and found I had no fractures in my ribs, but I got x-rayed just in case. They found nothing and I got to go home.
I'm still aching, and cursing myself for giving it all on the first lap, but I'll be alright, and I've learned my lesson. Heheh. But I ain't stopping. I'd rather die out there or on stage than wither away in some home.
/Agent Embryo - TechIMO's Local Daredevil.