TRUE. DAT!
This reminds me of another story. However, this isnt a busa story, so any non-interested folk can read on.
This was when I was riding a dual sport dirtbike. It was junior year in high school. One day (Halloween to be specific) I was riding home, and tore through this dirt lot as a shortcut home. I did this every day during lunch, no problems. It is the Building Trades class compound where they build houses, but nothing was going on, the lot was empty. I went back to school after lunch. Coming home from work, I was tearing through this very same lot at night, as I knew there was nothing there. Well, I guess in the LAST period of the day after lunch, they had built up some kind of dirt foundation. It was 2 feet high and very slightly tilted (enough to make a ramp, and not a wall). I saw it last second, at 65 mph and had one of those matrix moments. A split second time frame seemed like hours. I contemplated stopping, but knew I would just lock up the brakes cus i didnt have enough time to stop, so i would hit it sliding, and **** myself even more. then i decided to brace myself and hit the thing. I held on to the bars tighter, and gripped the bike with my knees. I hit the thing and flew into the air. This thing was about 20 ft long, and I cleared it and then some. All was going well til I felt my feet touch down on top of the handlebars! I crashed, tumbled, slid, rolled, all kinda crap. That pissed off adrenaline kicked in, and I had the bike up and running again in less than 10 seconds (with a flooded engine and all!) I got on, and rode home, and when I stopped and tried to get off, putting my feet on the ground, I finally felt that I screwed up both ankles!
That pissed off adrenaline does wonders. I couldnt walk right for a couple weeks after this, but in the heat of the moment, i had it up and running, and rode home without even realising the damage I did to my ankles.