my brother's nickname is "crash"
a good reason for possible future bitching...
so here's my recent near-death experience.
i have a farm. it has no "farm animals" or anything..it's more like a HUGE piece of land with TONS of trails and paths and ponds and deer and trees. one of the typical things you do at my farm is to ride the two 4-wheelers we have around these crazy/fun trails all over the property. some of these trails wind around in dangerous places and some have HUGE hills with bumps to fly over if you floor it. so there's the background.
yesterday.
my brother and i are on one 4-wheeler while my sister and my cousin are on another 4-wheeler behind us. my brother is driving and i'm on the back of a 1-person 4-wheeler. we come up on one particularly bumpy hill. there are probably about 5-6 huge bumps and some severe erosion disconnecting some of them, cutting them in half. my brother turns to me and says "hold on" and those words alone should've told me to get the FUCK off of that contraption...but i didn't. so he decides to see exactly how fast he can go over these steep bumps...it turns out he can go really REALLY fast. we clear the first bump and a little "uh oh" comes into my head. we clear the second bump and "oh SHIT" rolls through on top of the "uh oh". then we come to the third bump. this happens to be one of the bumps where there's a massive groove separating the two halves. my brother sends the front tire into this bump and in no time, we were airborne. so we're thrown into the air at a very high speed and land on the ground in what seems a millisecond. you'd think that this was as bad as it gets...being flung off of a 4 wheeler at a high speed. it's not.
as we're laying on the ground, we hear the four wheeler behind us and it does a 360 directly over us and lands DIRECTLY on top of us. my brother is laying on his stomach with the 4 wheeler hovering over him, while i'm SOMEHOW holding the 400 lb machine up with one of my legs. it starts getting lower and lower and my brother screams at me not to move. i yell back that i can't hold the heavy thing up, especially since my knees were going one way and my shoulders were pointed the complete opposite direction. so it's getting lower and lower and my brother screams for my sister, who's freaking out and running down the hill. luckily, she and my cousin roll the 4 wheeler off of us and i burst into tears from the sheer shock of what had just happened. they were screaming at me not to move even though i knew i hadn't broken anything and i sat up to have dirt covering my face and body, it all the way up my nose and everything. we looked at the 4 wheeler to find out that we'd only smashed the light amazingly, and we figure out that we're both fine.
now. how the hell we didn't break a single bone or cut ourselves open on any of the things underneath the 4 wheeler is completely beyond me. i still dont' know how neither one of us didn't hit our heads or break our backs/legs or anything. i also don't know how the fuck the 4 wheeler still works. i escaped that situation with a NASTY bruise and half of my body barely moving today. i'm just amazed i'm fine and am hoping internal injuries don't surface. i'm just glad that my brother and i are okay.
so basically, if i seem a little sore and movement is slower than usual, you know why. ha apparently, my brother is nicknamed "crash" for a reason.
p.s. sarah, i felt you text me about getting gsu housing as i was pinned under the 4 wheeler lol, so congrats and i'm sorry i didn't text back sooner haha.
that. is. all. ouch.
so here's my recent near-death experience.
i have a farm. it has no "farm animals" or anything..it's more like a HUGE piece of land with TONS of trails and paths and ponds and deer and trees. one of the typical things you do at my farm is to ride the two 4-wheelers we have around these crazy/fun trails all over the property. some of these trails wind around in dangerous places and some have HUGE hills with bumps to fly over if you floor it. so there's the background.
yesterday.
my brother and i are on one 4-wheeler while my sister and my cousin are on another 4-wheeler behind us. my brother is driving and i'm on the back of a 1-person 4-wheeler. we come up on one particularly bumpy hill. there are probably about 5-6 huge bumps and some severe erosion disconnecting some of them, cutting them in half. my brother turns to me and says "hold on" and those words alone should've told me to get the FUCK off of that contraption...but i didn't. so he decides to see exactly how fast he can go over these steep bumps...it turns out he can go really REALLY fast. we clear the first bump and a little "uh oh" comes into my head. we clear the second bump and "oh SHIT" rolls through on top of the "uh oh". then we come to the third bump. this happens to be one of the bumps where there's a massive groove separating the two halves. my brother sends the front tire into this bump and in no time, we were airborne. so we're thrown into the air at a very high speed and land on the ground in what seems a millisecond. you'd think that this was as bad as it gets...being flung off of a 4 wheeler at a high speed. it's not.
as we're laying on the ground, we hear the four wheeler behind us and it does a 360 directly over us and lands DIRECTLY on top of us. my brother is laying on his stomach with the 4 wheeler hovering over him, while i'm SOMEHOW holding the 400 lb machine up with one of my legs. it starts getting lower and lower and my brother screams at me not to move. i yell back that i can't hold the heavy thing up, especially since my knees were going one way and my shoulders were pointed the complete opposite direction. so it's getting lower and lower and my brother screams for my sister, who's freaking out and running down the hill. luckily, she and my cousin roll the 4 wheeler off of us and i burst into tears from the sheer shock of what had just happened. they were screaming at me not to move even though i knew i hadn't broken anything and i sat up to have dirt covering my face and body, it all the way up my nose and everything. we looked at the 4 wheeler to find out that we'd only smashed the light amazingly, and we figure out that we're both fine.
now. how the hell we didn't break a single bone or cut ourselves open on any of the things underneath the 4 wheeler is completely beyond me. i still dont' know how neither one of us didn't hit our heads or break our backs/legs or anything. i also don't know how the fuck the 4 wheeler still works. i escaped that situation with a NASTY bruise and half of my body barely moving today. i'm just amazed i'm fine and am hoping internal injuries don't surface. i'm just glad that my brother and i are okay.
so basically, if i seem a little sore and movement is slower than usual, you know why. ha apparently, my brother is nicknamed "crash" for a reason.
p.s. sarah, i felt you text me about getting gsu housing as i was pinned under the 4 wheeler lol, so congrats and i'm sorry i didn't text back sooner haha.
that. is. all. ouch.