There's a first for everything! Well - almost :)

Oh the pain!
My arms! My chest, legs, neck, back, shoulders and my ass!
Everything is sooooo sore!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was to TERRIFIED! So SCARED!
After the fist stack then the second, third – well really there was just sorta 2 main ones and the rest were sort of tipped while slowing down and it cut off. Ohhh – I was soooo scared! I got over it in the end but the adrianilian was pumping through my body for the whole day! Even tho I was a bit tired and still sick!
It was funny; there was this huge ditch, which was all muddy, wet and slippery.
The guy I went out with Jim asked if I wanted to he could ride across it then walk back and ride mine through. I agreed. There was a big hole on my left and a tree on my right.
“Oh – Na I’ll do it” I say thinking I’d be ok if I stuck to the middle.
“You sure?”
“Yep, I’ll go slowly in and rip it out”
“Ok”
I sat there and looked at it.
“Confidence” Jim called out from the other side.
Breath in…. Yep. I’ll do it.
I went to move and it cut out. I was so nervous I let go of the clutch to soon.
I restarted it. Ok. I kept praying.
I slowly moved in then I felt it starting to slide out – I ripped the throttle and I got out of it! I got out of it all right! It launched over to the other side then I lost my balance and proceeded to run it into the bushes! Landed on the ground and skidded into the bushes.
I laughed – I missed the massive hole and the bushes were ok :)
Jim helped my bike up laughing,
“You know, when you said you were going to let it rip out - I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”
I laughed –“Yeah, I think it’s the ex and his friends influence!”

With in the first hour of riding I fell off on a dirt road. Landed on my chest and skidded for about 6 meters with my bike following not far behind me. Because I was fully decked out with safety gear I was ok, I got up and saw that I had bent the handlebars. They were so bent that I ended up swapping bikes with Jim. I started out on a 250 cc and then we swapped and I got on the 450cc – It was lots of fun in the end.
I must have dropped that bike about 6 or more times! Those things weigh at lest 120kg to 160kg!!!! I picked it up on my own almost every time.
Even when I rode it into another big ditch with water in it. I rode in aster this time and got bogged. I tipped it a little then it just fell and I had to quickly pick it up because I remembered what water does in the fuel tank! Jim had to get on and in the end we both dragged it out. I was all wet, muddy and dirty – and I loved IT!
I really felt like such a kid! Jim had to do up my helmet when I put it back on and I guess I just felt like a little kid again – it was a funny feeling really.
Jim got a couple of photos on his phone so when I get them I’ll post the pictures.
Will I do it again? Ummm…. Yeah I think so.
On the way home I dropped in to a market then when I got home I took Damon for a walk then went to church. I thanked God for letting me live!
When I eventually stopped it was when I was in bed and I spoke to Nick.
I fell asleep in about a minute after we hung up.

So now what? Well – I’m still sick. Which didn’t help things yesterday. I’m going for a bush walk up 1000 stairs with Nick on Thursday and were going out on Sunday to one of his friends piano/ singing thing. I’ve been playing my guitar still and trying to take it easy. But with all the hair cuts I’m doing lately it’s getting harder but Praise God I have my trade for the extra cash.

I have to go now and pay bills and do my banking. Great. Now I’m going to feel poverty again! It’s all good:)