[tuffboi29]

Originally Posted by afixer

the one I picked up at 13 riding dirt bikes with the boys.
I attempted a jump over a fallen tree and it resulted in me landing on the gas tank with half of my labia minora.
I limped home with blood pouring from my crotch and my mother took one look at me and started her you're a woman now period spill.
I was given a pad and a speech and she never even looked at it. :sighs:

Ok..I have a mental scar that fits this bill. Where as I didn't draw blood, thank Moses, I will definitely NEVER forget it. I cringe any time I see anyone get racked.

I was about 10 or 11 and was riding a mountain bike way too big for me at full speed around a blind corner. I ran into a parked car so hard I went up on the trunk and the back of the bike tried to pin me there. Now ya'll may remember how the mountain bike handle bars were. They came up from the frame and then forward into a T shape. I wrapped around it.
How I ever walked my bike home that day I just don't know. I was told to "walk it off".
Smeh..I walked straight to an ice pack!!