Motorcycle, day one:
I was practicing in a parking lock and tried to make a turn too tight. I realized I was going to hit the curb no matter what I did--atleast with my skill set. So I pulled the clutch and hit the brakes. Less than two miles/hour is what I hit that curb at. Of course my new japanees bike's handle bars immediately snapped in the opposite direction and I slowely went from upright to a position I normally reserve for sleep. Though I rarely nap with a four-hundred pound motorcycle on my ankle, seeing as how uncomfortable it happens to be. I hit the kill switch, pushed the bike off the ground with my left foot and waited for my step dad to park his bike and help push the monster off me. Screw my ankle, thank god my bike wasn't hurt! I rode the 250 for the rest of the day even though I felt more comfortable on my bike. Dad said he thought it was best. I think he just wanted to ride my bike.
The ankle is just taunting me now. I know it'll wait til morning to really punish me. X-rays Monday, since I work.
