I dated a guy who had a motorcycle, and who was teaching me how to drive it. There was a highway cloverleaf which wrapped around a very low hill, and people used to drive up it on motorcyles and bicicles to get a little bit of a "jump", and my boyfriend did that, and the bike landed on its side. I was wearing a helmet, which prevented me from having my face scraped off in a patch of gravel, and my ankle landed on the exhaust pipe which gave me a nasty-looking burn. But I kept trying to drive that bike, which was too tall for me - my feet didn't touch the ground when I straddled the seat.
And my son worked in a hospital as a volunteer, and also as an EMT, and motorcyles are referred to by ER personnel as "donorcyles".
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Date: 2023-07-27 09:06 pm (UTC)I dated a guy who had a motorcycle, and who was teaching me how to drive it. There was a highway cloverleaf which wrapped around a very low hill, and people used to drive up it on motorcyles and bicicles to get a little bit of a "jump", and my boyfriend did that, and the bike landed on its side. I was wearing a helmet, which prevented me from having my face scraped off in a patch of gravel, and my ankle landed on the exhaust pipe which gave me a nasty-looking burn. But I kept trying to drive that bike, which was too tall for me - my feet didn't touch the ground when I straddled the seat.
And my son worked in a hospital as a volunteer, and also as an EMT, and motorcyles are referred to by ER personnel as "donorcyles".