soooo... last year I was out dirt-bikeing by myself, (I usualy go out with my dad, sister, dad's friend's kids) So I was cruzing at about 65 MPH on a desert trail when all of a sudden I see what looks like a giant hole in the ground 5x5ft (abandioned mine shaft that no one put any barriers around). I noticed there was a ramp that looked like I could clear it (no chance of stoping or swerving anyway). So right as I got on the ramp, I floored it. Little did I know that the ramp sent me flying about 10 feet into the air, but I landed softly in some scrub. When I rode back into camp I was covered in dust, my halmat was scrached up, my chest guard cracked, and I had some hardcore bone bruises. So my fellow campers rushed me like I was a dieing puppy, they asked me what had happened, so I said: "I fell into a mine shaft, and spent 2 hours trying to get out". So the raingers following my directions set up a wire fence and posted a warning sign. And thats how my lie saved countless potental lives...