My first bike was a Ossa 250 Pioneer. I never owned a helmet and it is a miracle I am alive. One time I tried to do a wheelie and fell off the back of the bike and sat there watching it head for my dads house. He hated motorcycles and would have killed me if the bike hit the house. Lucky for me it fell sideways before reaching his house. Another time I was riding through tall grass and the front tire fell into a big ditch. You will never guess what bounced off the gas tank. Ouch!
I like to do my hunting BEFORE I pull the trigger! There is only one kind of dead, but there are many different kinds of wounded.
