Kids pay me back.

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So, I have been hurt just a few times in my kids life. Yesterday the decided to pay me back. Well kinda. So Mason my 7 year old wants to try out this big hill. I rode down it and hit 32 miles and our in a distance of about 40 yrds. So its pretty damn steep. Mason decides to give it a go. I decide to wait about 3/4 of the way down the hill just in case. I can see him up top contemplating the feat. Then I see him take his hands off the bar and smack himself in the head a few times, take a deep breath and bam. He gets about halfway down and I can see the fear on his face. He is totally out of control. So I clothes line him pretty much. Tried not to. He spun me around with all the force behind him. He falls in the grass unhurt as I get tangled in his bike and roll down the hill head over heals. Needless to say I got the short end of the stick. I could have only imagined how bad his crash would have been. Anyhow my older son Daven caught me of guard to. All I see is him hauling ass thinking " where is he going?" Holy crap, hes going to try that huge jump. Bigger than anything he has even come close to attempting. Needless to say, he crashed but not before he landed it. Rough day. They both scared the crap out of me. Now I know how they feel when I do dumb stuff.
 
Thanks for sharing that, I think we as dudes sometimes have a real struggle with that risk / reward and finding our limits thing...looks like it runs in the family. Just keep em in front of you and make em wear protection...
 
Kids are probably more resilient than you are..Be careful out there, they need their parents to getthem home....
 
My youngest son was trying to impress me one day with his riding skills. We were camping at Lake Isabella and I had my bike there so I could do the Cannel Plunge while we were there. So my youngest wanted to do a ride in the hills with me. So we go up a little singletrack that I wouldn't have thought twice about but now he's with me. Everything was great as long as we were climbing. The trail deadended at a boarded up mine shaft and we turned around to go back to camp. He was right behind me and I was keeping tha pace intentionally slow. I guess he got bored with it and decided to stop and put some room between us. Well about this time the trail starts to descend at a lot steeper angle and turns into doubletrack. I pull to the side thinking he was behind me but he wasn't even in sight. I get scared and I turn my bike around to ride back up. And here he comes. Not slow but very fast. He has a huge smile on his face and he's picking up more and more speed. I yell to him to slow down and he tries but wasn't slowing down, if anything he's still gaining speed. I try to stop him as he flies by without me taking him out and I miss. He's now flying and screaming for me to help him. (talk about feeling helpless) I jump down the side of the trail and run after him but I'm too late. He crashes and crashes hard. I get to him and he's bleeding in a few places and screaming at me for not stoping him, I felt awful. Nothing broken just some scapes from the bushes he ran into. Needless to say it's 10 years later and he still won't ride with me. I wish it'd have worked out different but I'm also a little glad as I never want to see him flying down a hill out of control again. He has a lot of respect for all vehicles and is very cautious on all of our moto's. So I guess it has worked out.
 
HaHa Mike. I know the feeling. That is exactly how I felt. Luckily I was able to catch Mason. He was trying to slow down to. He just forgot you cant take your feet off the pedals with a coaster brake in the back.
 

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