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    6 days ago

    That reminds me of a time when a girl I had as a passenger on my 125cc bike as a 16 year old. I was going downhill, behind a full semi. I was annoyed at how slow they are. I started passing on the downhill. Unfortunately, after the downhill, there’s a small bend with trees and you can’t see behind it.

    So after I had started accelerating (125cc’s with 2 people aren’t that powerful although mine was the 2nd fastest in town) I saw another full semi coming towards us.

    I had to make a split-second decision. To either brake, which would’ve been dangerous, because I would’ve needed to brake so hard as to almost lose control, or, hit it, and hope we make it.

    I decided on the latter. We made it so that if she had had he arms spread out, she could’ve prolly touched the mirrors of both those semis at the same time.

    When we got to the town centre, some 1.5km after that, she jumped off and started beating me silly.

    Ah, adrenaline, how I miss you so.

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        15 days ago

        Differences?

        So I take it you’re not into adrenaline-inducing activities?

        I only wish I wasn’t. Like literally an hour ago I changed a dressing on my elbow because of the operation to remove the junk from it after the first operation, and I’m sitting here with my sides hurting from the crashes I had last year on my ebike.

        Although to be fair had I had an actual motorbike, I wouldn’t have been drunk on it, so I’d have spared my ribs.