Way back in the dinosaur days...when we chipped spares out of round stones and all...
Seemed me and animals did not see eye to eye...
Or DID we...?
This is just ONE story in the tangled life of a Dragon....
I was 16 yrs old, all happy camper about my license and stepdad had bought me a brand new out of the crate 100 Kawasaki dual machine...sure beat all the yard sale behemoths and whatnot I was used to. I rode it about 10 miles over to grannies to spend a weekend, had a bro with his own 100 and a local public motocross track for us to play on about 3-4 miles from her house. So...off we ride, doing all the freshly imprinted rules of the road and whatnot still running around in our brain pans...ride staggered, ride staggered...so he takes point ahead on the left, me behind a tad on the right. Rolling down through an edge of town street, MAYbe doin just a little more than the 30 MPH due to teenage adrenaline, but not TOO much as we were still pretty green on actual road rollin. Next thing I know a full grown collie dog LEAPS out from behind some bushes to chase my bro. He didn't see or hear me at all, so he naturally leaps right into my path. Me, being wet behind the ears and all, I have zero reaction time and t bone the damn critter. Resultant effect...over the handlebars I go and slide about 20 feet in the roadside loose gravel on my back.
Fortunate thing for me is that I had bought a new denim jacket that day and otherwise kept my back from becoming a pound of ground round. Knocked the dog clear off the road and into the ditch. So when we both came to our senses, we were lookin at each other from about a 5 foot distance. I slowly got up, he got up and slowly headed back into his yard, didn't even growl. I slowly got over to the bike and looked it over, the forks got twisted some, but nothing else. Adrenaline and shock starts to kick in, so I start er up and drive back over to grannies. As I am driving back, my wrist starts to hurt pretty awful, but I'm scared now, so I pay that no mind. Get off, walk in her house, she is in the back, says "Why you back so quick, you barely left." I say what's happened and just as I start to say "I think I broke my arm," I look down, and my right wrist is swollen as big as my leg, so I say instead "I'm pretty sure I broke my wrist." She FLIES out the back of the house, tosses me in the car for the ER trip, overnight monitoring since I also got a knot on my head...
Three days later I went to Prom....in a hand to elbow cast... My date was pissed, and I had to switch sides with her for the picture posings to hide it.
