Some people are meant to just sit still.
Nov. 25th, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm pretty sure I'm one of them.
Chris and I went out with a couple of friends today to ride four-wheelers. I've been on one once before, about a year and a half ago, and only as a passenger. So today, after we've gone around the field a few times, Chris asks me if I want to learn to actually drive one. I say sure.
It was a standard, which should've tipped me off, because standards and I do not get along. At all. After I killed it a couple of times by letting out on the clutch too slow and giving it too little gas, Chris-- who was sitting behind me-- tells me to give it more gas. I did. And I also let go of the clutch way too fast.
We went vertical.
So all of a sudden I'm riding a wheelie and absolutely certain I'm going to flip the thing over, and miracle of miracles that doesn't happen, but once all four wheels touch again I realize I don't know where the brakes are and hold on a minute, wasn't Chris sitting behind me?
I look back; he's on the ground. The four-wheeler is slowing way down by this point so I jump off to see if he's okay, and the machine has enough momentum still going to hit my foot and knock me down, running over my leg. That was when it decided to stop.
I ran over my own leg. How sad is that?
Chris was fine, just startled. He got the four-wheeler off my leg and I got up to make sure I still could. Once Eric saw we were fine, he started laughing so hard I thought he was going to rupture something.
My knee is a little bit out of whack . . . I can walk fine, but if I lean a certain way it hurts really bad, so I'm going to put some ice on it and shake my head at myself some more.
My one consolation is that I'm going to figure out a way to put this in a novel.
Chris and I went out with a couple of friends today to ride four-wheelers. I've been on one once before, about a year and a half ago, and only as a passenger. So today, after we've gone around the field a few times, Chris asks me if I want to learn to actually drive one. I say sure.
It was a standard, which should've tipped me off, because standards and I do not get along. At all. After I killed it a couple of times by letting out on the clutch too slow and giving it too little gas, Chris-- who was sitting behind me-- tells me to give it more gas. I did. And I also let go of the clutch way too fast.
We went vertical.
So all of a sudden I'm riding a wheelie and absolutely certain I'm going to flip the thing over, and miracle of miracles that doesn't happen, but once all four wheels touch again I realize I don't know where the brakes are and hold on a minute, wasn't Chris sitting behind me?
I look back; he's on the ground. The four-wheeler is slowing way down by this point so I jump off to see if he's okay, and the machine has enough momentum still going to hit my foot and knock me down, running over my leg. That was when it decided to stop.
I ran over my own leg. How sad is that?
Chris was fine, just startled. He got the four-wheeler off my leg and I got up to make sure I still could. Once Eric saw we were fine, he started laughing so hard I thought he was going to rupture something.
My knee is a little bit out of whack . . . I can walk fine, but if I lean a certain way it hurts really bad, so I'm going to put some ice on it and shake my head at myself some more.
My one consolation is that I'm going to figure out a way to put this in a novel.
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Date: 2006-11-26 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 03:22 am (UTC)But you ran over your foot. That's kind of awesome.
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Date: 2006-11-26 04:00 am (UTC)That's kind of awesome.
Agreed. At least I got a fun party story out of the deal. :-D
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Date: 2006-11-26 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 10:59 pm (UTC)How's the leg feeling today?
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Date: 2006-11-27 01:20 am (UTC)