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Waking up in Paddington hospital after being knocked out for five hours (stacked on the ramp at meanwhile).That wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that I had been un-dressed, put into a paper gown, I had ripped the damn thing while moving about while out, and my nads where hanging out. The hospital had called my mum, who was diligently sitting by the bed.I was the colour of a candy apple trick star
BUMP - this is a great topic that needs some current stories... its probably more relevant than ever with all the new people joining.I'm gonna write mine now... from 12 to 38.... I'll try and keep it short.
I shudder when I think how much I sold my 2 bikes for!
If you feel like riding again just do it. Forget all the new stuff and just do what you enjoy. Who knows it could save your life. Hahaha