I went riding with My dad, Jarred, Steve and a few of Jarred's neighbor's one evening up Big Cottonwood canyon. There is one trail that allows dirt bikes up the canyon. Apparently It was too advanced for me. I rode my dad's dirt bike and he borrowed Jarred's neighbors. It was September.
This was before when all we had done was take the nice joy ride up the canyon.
My dad and I were just getting worked a lot of the time because the trail was so rocky. His bike had a dead battery and it doesn't have a kick start so every time I would kill it going through the rock fields I couldn't get it started again. I think Jarred really regretted taking us on this hill. I still thought it was fun, but it was definitely above our ability level.
We finally made it up but we still had to go down and it was getting dark.
The bike I rode down on didn't have a light so I ended up heading in front of the group and not waiting for everyone. I wanted to make it back with as much light as I could. Because I suck, and I was trying get down really quick I had a few good wrecks, with no one around to watch or help me. They were all waiting for the group to get past each obstacle. One of my wrecks I flew over the handle bars, and another I some how tipped the bike which is to heavy for me and got my leg wedged between a rock and the bike. Since I was half sitting on the bike which was sitting on my leg, it took awhile to get my leg unstuck alone. I am apparently not made to do really rocky trails on a bike that is to big for me.
Finally we made it back and then I had the nice drive back home. Once I got home I got to check for the damage I'd done. I had bruised up my leg pretty bad, but it didn't hurt. It just looked bad. My entire right thigh was a bruise. The worst part is that its now December and I can still feel the bruise right above my knee. It won't go away. My dad had hurt his foot pretty bad because he didn't have riding boots on and he limped around for the next week or so. Other than that I guess you can say it was a success.
