doorfx
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I was about 15 on a 125 YZ and my bud and I went for about a ten mile rip up Eagle Rock mountain in Armstrong BC. It was nice when we left, but when we got to the top it was pouring rain and we hadn't brought jackets. There was an old trappers cabin up there and while hanging out waiting for the rain to stop , I found an old Mexican poncho. Rain wasn't letting up so we decided to head down in the rain. I stuck my head through the hole in the poncho and saddled up.
It was cold , so we were on it. I grabbed third gear hit the power band , front wheel came up and all of a sudden I was laying flat on my back beside the bike getting dragged. The friggin poncho was so big on me that it got caught in the rear sprocket and ripped me right off the bike. Fack that hurt , what was I thinking?
It was cold , so we were on it. I grabbed third gear hit the power band , front wheel came up and all of a sudden I was laying flat on my back beside the bike getting dragged. The friggin poncho was so big on me that it got caught in the rear sprocket and ripped me right off the bike. Fack that hurt , what was I thinking?