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The injury I am going to write about today is more of a bruised ego than an injury as I got lucky with this one. I saw no point in writing about how my ankle got snapped or why I clubbed someone for kicking me in the head whilst playing rugby. Those are fairly boring and I have covered some of them in the past so this is fresh and more playing along with the stupidity and light heartedness of the competition.
I was involved with a company and we were away for a few days doing team building and these events get quite competitive. There was archery with shitty wooden bow and arrows and if you were the last team competing the equipment barely worked. There was a giant foofy slide that ran down the mountainside and we had one very big girl that nearly bought the whole thing down and had to be stopped as she was touching the ground in certain spots. There was quad bike racing and this is where I wiped out.
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The quad biking was a 50 lap race and after every 5 laps you changed over with a team mate. I have ridden motor bikes before with varied results as there is no better place to learn than on the bike itself. In the army I managed to put a brand new state of the art scrambler into a parked Toyota Quantum 10 meters away from where I started. These were special bikes with smoke pods and gun placement tripods installed for the special forces.
Back to the quad biking as I am useless on motor bikes but wont admit it. The race was unfolding and we were about two laps behind with me to still go and I was prepared to catch them up as who needs to use their brakes. The first lap was fine as I was getting used to the bike and was getting my pace up catching the other team who was now only just over a lap ahead of me. As usual i got carried away with myself and was on a course for disaster.
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There was one bend in particular that you needed to brake as there were large sized rocks everywhere and a little further a large drop off into a small gorge. When I say a little further it must have been a good 10 meters off the track, but like golf and water it plays on your mind. You keep saying to your self to stay on the track and don't go near there.
I was right behind the other team now and saw an opportunity to overtake so I took it and accelerated taking the outside line only to see the dreaded corner coming into view. The only reason I had managed to overtake them so easily ids the other person was being super cautious for the rocky corner about 10 meters ahead. I slammed on the brakes, but the wrong ones and somehow I had squeezed the front brakes and not the back brakes.
What an idiot as i was catapulted over the handle bars into the rocks, but somehow landed in between them. The next thing I saw was a quad bike coming down on me and managed to push it away with my legs so it missed me. I had got lucky and at that point hadn't cared about the race as I had dodged a bullet. Luckily the quad bike survived to fight another day as the number plate had "Brake me,Buy me" on it.
I had a bruise on my arm for what I had just experienced and swore to myself that I will never touch another motor bike again. Every experience I have had with them has ended in disaster getting to know how hard things are when you hit them at speed.
