I was back at the motox track yesterday, after over a month of staying off the bike (see motocross crash thread). I once again borrowed my fathers bike, because mine had a flat tyre (I was gonna fix it but we had not patches home).
Well I get on the bike and ride around, taking it really easy with my injury in mind. So the second round I go out on the track I start racing with my oldest cousin and this other guy we know. And I'm riding really good, feeling comfortable and pulling ahead.
Then we catch up with some slower riders, riding up a slope (a "staircase" jump really). I have to slow down...now on the first plateau-landing there's some thick mud. Since I go slow, I can't get through it alright, and I fall over. Nothing serious. Just a slip in the mud.
Well I roll over, get up, look at the bike: no damage.
Then I hear a roaring. I turn around and there's this guy on his 4-stroke Suzuki coming up the hill...and crashes right into my(my dad's) bike. My bike gets thrown around 180 degrees and his heavy 4-stroke ends up on top of it.
By this time I was already cursing loudly. I run to the bike, lift his bike off mine (I was gonna throw it on the ground but decided it was not the thing to do). The guy hears me cursing and says something like "hey calm down..." but I get myt bike up, start it and ride to the pits.
Result of the idiot being too busy in his own world rather than looking ahead on the track and paying attention: Bent handlebar, broken levers, bent front-fender...etc...
NOTHING was broken at the initial crash when I fell.
Dad's gonna kill me. A little.