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BUSTED BIKE

To avoid a catastrophe with the bike, once you made the jump
and landed on the down slope you needed to prepare
immediately for the turn around the far end of the building
and head out into the parking lot.

It was reasonably safe to leap off the wall on your bike, even if
you didn’t land right, and spilled onto the grass. Only bruises.
But, both you and the bike would survive. However, at all
costs never fall into the stream below. Not to recover would
be disastrous.
I had taken this trip many times, borrowing my brother’s bike.
It was pretty big for me, yet I could handle it. Joe never said
anything about my riding it. He never squealed on me; besides
he was in school, and usually didn’t know.

I flew over the wall bent over the ‘long-horn’ handlebars,
landing with both wheels perfectly; catching my balance. The
grass was a bit wet from the morning dew. Traveling faster
than usual I tried turning, but lost it. The bike slid out from
under me, and we were headed towards the cliff. This could
be really bad, either I hit a tree before the cliff or I’d fall to my
doom down into the stream.
Good fortune for me I crashed into the tree. I smashed my
head, arms and legs. They were really sore, but nothing
broken. The poor bike’s front fender and wheel were bent
and the handlebars eschew. Surprisingly no one came out of
the apartments to help. They probably were at work.

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