Sprague Avenue Summer of 1986 between University and Bowdish. My best friends and I were on our bmx bikes riding around town looking to do ANYTHING but go back home where it was super lame and boring. My friends all had way nicer bikes than me, mine was nick named Tank because it was as heavy as two bikes. Incredibly hard to do tricks or wheelies on. Anyways, this day was special because tank would soon be the reason for one of the biggest wrecks I have ever been involved in. As we are flying down Sprague from University headed East towards Pines I decided to do a bunny hop over a cement parking thing that was in a restaurant (Peking Palace) parking lot that I was riding through. We were riding incredibly fast I remember, and I thought for some reason that the speed would launch me higher so as to clear the cement thing with out a problem. Well, there was a problem....I lifted my front tire 1/8th of a second too late. I remember very clearly my bike just stopping. As if it just said This is where I stop Kid, you are on your own now. It did not go one inch further than that block. I on the other hand LAUNCHED like a circus clown out of a cannon. Of course all of my friends were several blocks ahead of me (which is part of the reason I was going so fast) and they heard/saw nothing. I distinctly remember thinking to myself as I was flying over my handlebars I think I need my mom right now and then I landed hard on more cement about 30 feet away, rolled and finally skidded to a stop. I think my skin helped slow my skidding down. I realized I had landed IN Sprague avenue, I was no longer on the sidewalk. Cars came to a stop, I could hear their tires screeching. Thank God they stopped because I dont think at the time I could have handled being run over after the traumatic event that had just occurred. I tried to stand up quickly out of sheer embarrassment but my left leg was not invited to that party. I fell right back down and just laid there until a sweet older lady came running from her car and helped get me the medical help that I needed. Long story short, I went to the Valley Hospital ER and got cleaned up. Lots of road rash and some bruises and bumps. I still have the scars and when I look at them I cant help but smile. I came home about 5 hours later and my friends hadnt even noticed I was gone! WTH? No search party, no missing child posters...nothing! The photo shows EXACTLY where all of this went down.....
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 16:45:45 +0000
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