Mate and I decide to take a dirt bikes for a Saturday ride, on a track we`re never been on before. we come to this mother of a down hill,rutted,loose rock and {un be knowns to us at the time} a 2 foot drop of 1/2 way down.
I say I`ll go first,so Im going down,rear tyre just locking now and again,when I see the drop off,I jump on the rear brake and use as much front as I can to stop

. I just manage to stop

.Hmmm icouldnt turn round or get off ,only option is to take the drop off

.I ease the front over and just as the bash plate bottoms I ease some throttle when all hell breaks loose

.Its about now that gravity takes overs,that right the back got light and over we went

cart wheeling into a tree,took me about 10 minutes to get the bike un stuck {all the time my mate is on our little UHF`s,hurry up and laughing} So i get the bike to the bottom finally,tell him to wait I`ll walk up and stand on the edge and point to him a diffrent line to take
Well not to be out done my mate decides he`s going to give the drop off a go.He gets to it and decides to wheelie over it

.he did exactly what I did except the wheelie made it worse.His bike wedged between some tree`s,took about 40 minutes to get it out. where where both sore the next day
Another time with the same mate out the back of Thornton Industrial Estate doing some jumps,we come across what looks like a perfect dirt mound for a take of that would land you onto a flat buildt up pad and we could then short cut it back to the streets home. Mate finish`s his smoke and we turn around to give this jump ago,again Im first hit it in 2nd gear take off sucess,mid air I get to see what "should" be the landing area ,but there is nothing there ,the landing is 6 feet further on

.Ended up front wheel straigh into the front of the ramp,front of helmut into the bars,goggles pushed back and broke my glasses frame

,cutting my nose,pushed my forks back like a banana,and I ended up going over the hangers.I stood up and colasped,My mate said he saw me colaspe and just gave it to his bike ended up jumping over me and my bike,landing 15feet past us,droped his bike and came back to me,called a ambo,organised for bike to be picked up,while I was taken to hospital for a check up.
Took the bikes along Stockton beach for a run,was down in the wet sand,skimming along when right infront of the ranger a freak wave came in and knocked us off,drowning the bike,ranger`s came over said that was the funniest thing he`d seen in years

,never even asked for our permits,just asked for our own protection to ride out the back of the dunes,he didnt was the 4x4 people getting freaked by our antics/racing (plus riding over the beach speed limit).Asked what time we thought we would be leaveing.When it came time to leave he was there and helped us load the bikes on,had a extra 40 minute chat,was told of the best areas to ride {less people} but we never went back ,bloody sand wears out your bike too much.
We have both decidied to sell our dirt bikes 2 years ago before we killed each other .

im just trying to convince his missus to let him get a road bike
