Back in the day when I live in West Linn, I used to go Dirt Biking with my neighbor and some of his buddies. Not that I liked the guy especially, actually he was an insufferable ass, but you know, you sort of need to do that kind of stuff with other to cover you own fuckups that are bound to happen. Anyway this guy was the son of a local TV personality in Portland at the time, and when I say insufferable, I can't think of another word that would be a proper replacement.
This dude would get on his bike, a 450 Husky and just go balls out, fuck the tactics or what. Time after time, damn hard to understand how he lived to be 30. One day riding on the dunes near Heppner, I watch him and his closes buddy about 75 yards ahead of me doing the propeller,
Bike below doing endos, guys above switching ends in the air! When I got there, I could see they crossed a road with a sand burm on both sides, just like they had hit a double ski jump. This dude, Chuck was out but nothing appeared broken so I let him lay, sort of straightened him up but let him lay. The other guy was ok, smarting but ok. When Chuck came too in a few minutes, I told him not move, for Christ sake don't move!!!
About 30 seconds latter, he began asking, whats wrong? Then I started laughing, You put on the god damnedest dumb ass show I have ever seen, I just wanted to savior it awhile.
I can imagine only few others in this same way. Damn few you can enjoy seeing in a bike wreck! But they do exist.