Back in the day, (that's the way old f**ts start a story) while learning to ride on a BSA Goldstar, my friend had me rolling
through the dirt course and was standing by this 2' "jump". As I made one of the circuits, he told me to give it full throttle
when my front wheel hit the bottom of the jump. And I did. What he had failed to convey, was I should be on the pegs, not
on my butt AND to keep the throttle open. Naturally, being young and dumb, when my front wheel cleared, I shut it down.
The resultant deceleration slammed the front wheel down and promptly launched me in the air.........still hanging on to bars
and throttle. When I descended, I was stretched out across the saddle and rear fender, with the throttle still wide open.....
Somewere across the flats I decided that me and bike must part company, so I just threw her away. Luckily she went right
and I did a beautiful full gainer to a two point landing on nose and forehead. Well, blood flowing from nose and running down
my 15 year old cheeks and full of testestosterone and machismo (not to mention being totally embarrassed), I jumped up
grabbed the bike and jumped on the crank....only to discover that the bike was still in gear. For the uninformed, those old
Goldstars had a safety built in so that it wouldn't start in gear, it would simply ratchet through. This naturally resulted in
a bleeding, embarrassed teenager promptly twisting his ankle! My bud was laughing so hard he couldn't walk. After the
proper instructions, I tried it again and it went so well I did again and again and.................I limped for awhile.