In California, I experienced a one-time event of soaring off a mountain on a dirt bike and into a ravine; I was barely out of college, young, and anticipating my future. However, that day, my world flashed out of control. And I thought my life might end when I’d taken the seat on the dirt bike when courage (or, in my case, a little insanity) played out, as I’d never ridden a dirt bike alone in my life. Somehow, I’d convinced my friends on our camping trip I could maneuver the motorcycle up the mountain trail.
So, we took off, three men riders in front of me, and I was trailing behind, ready to enjoy the ride, and yes, I wore a helmet. So I should have been safe.
We climbed the mountain path and encountered switchbacks as our bikes spit dirt and roared, a hum of short-lived excitement.
